“Let’s just say Nyx isn’t popular with the gods for a couple reasons,” answered Bella, holding open the Mess Hall door. It closed behind them with a soft thud. Her unusual dyed hair was slightly frizzy, but mostly smooth. “Also, she wasn’t supportive of me having relationships at age eleven, and look how that turned out!” She laughed. She eyed Alex’s actions curiously. “Who’s your ‘parent’?” she asked.
Dash padded after Sadie. “Hi!” he said enthusiastically.









