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‘Most things?’ Phoebe protested.
Thalia raised her hands in an I give up gesture. ‘As for why we intercepted you, I’ll let the
Amazons explain. Phoebe, Celyn, Naomi – accompany Reyna inside. I have to see to our defences.’
‘You’re expecting a fight,’ Reyna noted. ‘But you said this place was secret and secure.’
Thalia sheathed her knife. ‘You don’t know Orion. I wish we had more time, Praetor. I’d like to
hear about your camp and how you ended up there. You remind me so much of your sister, and yet –’
‘You know Hylla?’ Reyna asked. ‘Is she safe?’
Thalia tilted her head. ‘None of us are safe these days, Praetor, so I really must go. Good hunting!’
Thalia disappeared down the corridor.
The metal doors creaked open. The three Hunters led Reyna through.
After the claustrophobic tunnels, the size of the warehouse took Reyna’s breath away. An aerie of
giant eagles could’ve done manoeuvres under the vast ceiling. Three-storey-tall rows of shelves
stretched into the distance. Robotic forklifts zipped through the aisles retrieving boxes. Half a dozen
young women in black trouser suits stood nearby, comparing notes on their tablet computers. In front
of them were crates labelled: EXPLOSIVE ARROWS AND GREEK FIRE (16 OZ. EZ-OPEN PACK) and GRYPHON
FILLETS (FREE-RANGE ORGANIC).
Directly in front of Reyna, behind a conference table piled high with reports and bladed weapons,
sat a familiar figure.
‘Baby sister.’ Hylla rose. ‘Here we are, home again. Facing certain death again. We have to stop
meeting like this.’