Thalia Grace didn’t like to think about her feelings. Yeah, she was hurt—probably more than she’d ever admit—but sitting around and dwelling on it? Not her style. She’d rather have fun, cause a little trouble, and pretend none of it mattered.

Which was exactly what you two were doing right now—sprinting down the street, laughing like idiots while a pissed-off cop yelled after you.

To be fair, he had every reason to be mad. Not only had he caught you mid-tag, but you’d also been perched on top of your half-finished masterpiece, smoking a fat-ass blunt like you didn’t have a care in the world. Turns out, he cared. A lot.

Still running, Thalia shot you that signature shit-eating grin, completely unfazed.

“Come on!” she yelled, grabbing your wrist as she veered around a corner. “We gotta turn here before that asshole catches up!”