The Heroes of The Camps

I heard the faint sound of crying. "Reyna? Is that you?"

"No. Go away."

I sighed and opened the door. A red-eyed Reyna was staring at the wall. I walked over to her. "Are you crying about Iratus again?"

Reyna didn't answer. "If you are, then just think of it as good riddance," I add. My sister just starts sobbing again. I personally kind of hated Iratus. Partially because he's such a hot head. Well, I am too, but that's different. The other reason is because... well, I have a fear of lightning. And Ira's a son of Jupiter.

"Just because you hate him doesn't mean that you have to announce it to the world, Liv! Stop being so insensitive!" Reyna yelled. I flinched. Ouch, sis. That hurt. A lot. But getting mad at Reyna is just not a good idea.
Instead, I said carefully, "Reyna?"
She looked up at me. "What?"
"Do you love Iratus?" I looked at her in the eyes. Slowly, she nodded. "Thought so."

"I'm just scared that if he comes back, he'll bring a girl with him."

"If he does come back with someone else, I promise I will beat him to a pulp, praetor or not," I clenched my fists. Reyna smiled weakly and got up.

"We should go eat," she suggested. I said yes and walked out the door, only to end up collapsing.

The last thing I remembered was Reyna yelling for help and blacking out.

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