Hear Me

Penelope nodded and stood. Leandros slowly pushed himself up. “We're not far.”

“Do I get to know how you know that?” Seidon asked, lifting his nose to the air. “I can't smell anything.”

“My tent is made for stealth,” she chuckled. “But it's my tent, and I always know where it is.”

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