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Reyna<br />
AT LEAST THEY DIDN’T END UP ON ANOTHER CRUISE SHIP.<br />
The jump from Portugal had landed <strong>the</strong>m in <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Atlantic, where Reyna had spent her<br />
whole day on <strong>the</strong> lido deck <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Azores Queen, shooing little kids <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> A<strong>the</strong>na Par<strong>the</strong>nos, which<br />
<strong>the</strong>y seemed to think was a waterslide.<br />
Unfortunately, <strong>the</strong> next jump brought Reyna home.<br />
They appeared ten feet in <strong>the</strong> air, hovering over a restaurant courtyard that Reyna recognized. She<br />
and Nico dropped onto a large birdcage, which promptly broke, dumping <strong>the</strong>m into a cluster <strong>of</strong> potted<br />
ferns along with three very alarmed parrots. Coach Hedge hit <strong>the</strong> canopy over a bar. The A<strong>the</strong>na<br />
Par<strong>the</strong>nos landed on her feet with a THUMP, flattening a patio table and flipping a dark green<br />
umbrella, which settled onto <strong>the</strong> Nike statue in A<strong>the</strong>na’s hand, so <strong>the</strong> goddess <strong>of</strong> wisdom looked like<br />
she was holding a tropical drink.<br />
‘Gah!’ Coach Hedge yelled. The canopy ripped and he fell behind <strong>the</strong> bar with a crash <strong>of</strong> bottles<br />
and glasses. The satyr recovered well. He popped up with a dozen miniature plastic swords in his<br />
hair, grabbed <strong>the</strong> soda gun and served himself a drink.<br />
‘I like it!’ He tossed a wedge <strong>of</strong> pineapple into his mouth. ‘But next time, kid, can we land on <strong>the</strong><br />
floor and not ten feet above it?’<br />
Nico dragged himself out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ferns. He collapsed into <strong>the</strong> nearest chair and waved <strong>of</strong>f a blue<br />
parrot that was trying to land on his head. After <strong>the</strong> fight with Lycaon, Nico had discarded his<br />
shredded aviator jacket. His black skull-pattern T-shirt wasn’t in much better shape. Reyna had<br />
stitched up <strong>the</strong> gashes on his biceps, which gave Nico a slightly creepy Frankenstein look, but <strong>the</strong> cuts<br />
were still swollen and red. Unlike bites, werewolf claw marks wouldn’t transmit lycanthropy, but<br />
Reyna knew firsthand that <strong>the</strong>y healed slowly and burned like acid.<br />
‘I’ve gotta sleep.’ Nico looked up in a daze. ‘Are we safe?’<br />
Reyna scanned <strong>the</strong> courtyard. The place seemed deserted, though she didn’t understand why. This<br />
time <strong>of</strong> night, it should’ve been packed. Above <strong>the</strong>m, <strong>the</strong> evening sky glowed a murky terracotta, <strong>the</strong><br />
same colour as <strong>the</strong> building’s walls. Ringing <strong>the</strong> atrium, <strong>the</strong> second-storey balconies were empty<br />
except for potted azaleas hanging from <strong>the</strong> white metal railings. Behind a wall <strong>of</strong> glass doors, <strong>the</strong><br />
restaurant’s interior was dark. The only sound was <strong>the</strong> fountain gurgling forlornly and <strong>the</strong> occasional<br />
squawk <strong>of</strong> a disgruntled parrot.<br />
‘This is Barrachina,’ Reyna said.<br />
‘What kind <strong>of</strong> bear?’ Hedge opened a jar <strong>of</strong> maraschino cherries and chugged <strong>the</strong>m down.<br />
‘It’s a famous restaurant,’ Reyna said, ‘in <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> Old San Juan. They invented <strong>the</strong> piña