CHAPTER NINETY-NINE - Dirty Fight
Seraphina's POV
But who did I meet already shopping there? Neil Lamboboy of Hardin. Yeah, Percy had met his match—a stubborn goat.
How exactly had Percy done away with him if he was still here? To be fair, he was in a singlet and tight shorts that should only be worn inside. Did he get robbed of his clothes?
I steeled my heart and walked towards him. He definitely wouldn't try anything stupid in a public place, and I needed to know what exactly they had done with my mother's body. My steps grew lighter as I hurried to him.
I had faced my Luna today, and that was something I didn't think I'd be doing anytime soon, but I didn't stutter. I wanted to help my cause, so being scared wouldn't be allowed.
"Neil, was it?" I asked behind him.
He froze before turning to me, and a glint flashed in his eyes. "Seraphina Jones."
