The Tyrant's Tomb

Our great opening!
Win a free Inferno trip!
And take a cupcake!
I DON’T KNOW WHICH good-bye was hardest.
At first light, Hazel and Frank met us at the coffee shop for one final
thank-you. Then they were off to rouse the legion. They intended to get right
to work on repairs to the camp to take everyone’s minds off the many losses
before shock could set in. Watching them walk away together down the Via
Praetoria, I felt a warm certainty that the legion was about to see a new
golden age. Like Frank, the Twelfth Legion Fulminata would rise from the
ashes, though hopefully wearing more than just their undergarments.
Minutes later, Thalia and Reyna came by with their pack of gray wolves,
their metal greyhounds, and their pair of rescue pegasi. Their departure
saddened me as much as my sister’s, but I understood their ways, those
Hunters. Always on the move.
Reyna gave me one last hug. “I’m looking forward to a long vacation.”
Thalia laughed. “Vacation? RARA, I hate to tell you, but we’ve got hard
work ahead! We’ve been tracking the Teumessian Fox across the Midwest
for months now, and it hasn’t been going well.”
“Exactly,” Reyna said. “A vacation.” She kissed Meg on the top of her
head. “You keep Lester in line, okay? Don’t let him get a big head just
because he’s got a nice new bow.”
“You can count on me,” Meg said.
Sadly, I had no reason to doubt her.