“You’re adorable when you give a shit about people,” Raven says, kissing Greyson’s cheek.
“Whatever. We need to keep moving.” Greyson scans the cavern.
“Let’s go.” I take a bite of the sandwich.
“Which way?” Jayden asks, pointing at two identical tunnels, one to the left and the other to the right.
“It’s always the left.” Raven chuckles.
“Why?” I ask, brow scrunched down.
“I don’t know but it always seems like the characters in movies and books take the left at the fork every time. I figured that’s as good of a reason as any.” She shrugs.
“Hades, Raven. You’re ridiculous.” Jayden rubs his eyes.
“Now that I think about it, she’s not wrong,” Kira says. “I read a book a while back where they said the same thing.”
“Okay, left it is if we don’t have any better reasons.” I call my sword and grip it tightly.
“We’re seriously deciding this based on movies and books?” Jayden asks, frustrated.
“Do you have a better idea? A good reason to pick one identical tunnel over another?” I ask.
“No,” Jayden grumbles.
“Okay then.” I shrug one shoulder. “We go left.”
“If we get lost down here forever, I blame Raven.”
“Agreed,” Dax says, clapping Jayden on the shoulder.
“If we get lost, I have the string. No one needs to be blamed for anything.” I step into the tunnel in the darkness.
Kira steps up next to me. The heat from the fire in her hands radiates toward me. “Let me light the way for you guys.”
She raises her hands and the flames float across the space, igniting the sconces, bathing us in a soft golden light.
The ground shakes beneath my feet and I stumble into the sharp protrusion in the wall.
“What in Hades is that?” Jayden steps up behind me.
“Nothing, the ground shook. I just…”
“Not that. Look.” Jayden points farther down the tunnel.
“How in the hell is it snowing down here?” I ask.
“Something is definitely wrong here,” Raven whispers.
My shoes crunch against the snow as I move forward.
“Do you think someone left a door open to the human world?” Kira blinks and steps forward.
“I hope not because that could mean that humans might have wandered in.” I scan the space.
“Um, I don’t think that’s normal snow.” Kira points at a small flurry spinning around like a tornado.
“Okay, what do we know about snow in relation to Ancient Greek history?” I ask, calling my whip to me.
