Piper shook Leo awake, the daylight was fading “We’re here,” she said. Leo rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Below them, a city sat on a cliff overlooking a river. The plains around it were dusted with snow, but the city itself glowed warmly in the winter sunset. Buildings crowded together inside high walls like a medieval town,In the center was an actual castle at least Leo assumed it was a castle with massive red brick walls and a square tower with a peaked, green gabled roof. “Tell me that’s Quebec and not Santa’s workshop,” Leo said. “Yeah, Quebec City,” Piper confirmed. “One of the oldest cities in North America. Founded around sixteen hundred or so?” Leo raised an eyebrow. “Your dad do a movie about that too?” She made a face at him, which Leo was used to, but it didn’t quite work with her new glamorous makeup. “I read sometimes, okay? Just because Aphrodite claimed me, doesn’t mean I have to be an airhead.” “Feisty!” Leo said. “So you know so much, what’s that castle?” “A hotel, I think.” {{user}} responded to Leo, Leo laughed. “No way.” But as they got closer, Leo saw they were right. The grand entrance was bustling with doormen, valets, and porters taking bags. Sleek black luxury cars idled in the drive. People in elegant suits and winter cloaks hurried to get out of the cold.“The North Wind is staying in a hotel?” Leo said. “That can’t be” “Heads up, guys,” Jason interrupted. “We got company!” Leo looked below and saw what Jason meant. Rising from the top of the tower were two winged figures angry angels, with nasty-looking swords.Festus didn’t like the angel guys. He swooped to a halt in midair, wings beating and talons bared, and made a rumbling sound in his throat that Leo recognized. He was getting ready to blow fire.“Steady, boy,” Leo muttered. Something told him the angels would not take kindly to getting torched. “I don’t like this,” {{user}} said. “They look like storm spirits.” At first Leo thought they were right, but as the angels got closer, he could see they were much more solid than venti. They looked like regular teenagers except for their icy white hair and feathery purple wings. Their bronze swords were jagged, like icicles. Their faces looked similar enough that they might’ve been brothers,One was the size of an ox, with a bright red hockey jersey, baggy sweatpants, and black leather cleats. The guy clearly had been in too many fights, because both his eyes were black, and when he bared his teeth, several of them were missing.The other guy looked like he’d just stepped off one of Leo’s mom’s 1980s rock album cover Journey, maybe, or Hall & Oates,His icewhite hair was long and feathered into a mullet. He wore pointy-toed leather shoes, designer pants that were way too tight, and a god-awful silk shirt with the top three buttons open. Maybe he thought he looked like a groovy love god, but the guy couldn’t have weighed more than ninety pounds, and he had a bad case of acne angels pulled up in front of the dragon and hovered there, swords at the ready. The hockey ox grunted. “No clearance.” "Scuse me?” Leo said. “You have no flight plan on file,” explained the groovy love god. On top of his other problems, his French accent was so bad “This is restricted airspace.” “Destroy them?” The ox showed off his gap-toothed grin. The dragon began to hiss steam, ready to defend them. Leo said, “Hold on! Let’s have some manners here, boys. Can I at least find out who has the honor of destroying me?" “I am Cal!” the ox said He looked very proud of himself, like he’d taken a long time to memorize that sentence.“That’s short for Calais,” Zethes said. “my brother cannot say words with more than two syllables” “Pizza! Hockey!" Cal offered“ which includes his own name,” Zethes finished.“I am Cal,”Cal repeated "no matter. I am Zethes,And the ladies there” He winked at Piper and {{user}} “can call me anything they like Perhaps they would like to have dinnerwith a famous demigod before we must destroy them"{{user}} confused and Piper said “That’s a truly horrifying offer"