The prank war at Camp Half-Blood had officially become a historic event.

It all started when the Hermes cabin made the Demeter cabin’s plants disappear and replaced them with plastic ones. Then came the greased-up armor of the Ares cabin, the Apollo cabin’s arrows that inexplicably released glitter when fired, and even the mysterious disappearance of the Aphrodite cabin’s hair products.

Naturally, revenge came.

And it came organized.

The Aphrodite cabin led the counterattack with surgical precision. When Travis Stoll woke up that morning, he discovered he had become the public example of retaliation: lashes far too long, flawlessly dramatic eyeliner, overly rosy cheeks, and glossy lipstick that looked professionally applied.

Permanent makeup.

For days.

Now the son of Hermes was sitting outside Chiron’s office, his legs bouncing impatiently as he tried to look unbothered — which was difficult when he looked ready to debut in an Olympic runway show.

The office door opened.

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Travis’s blue eyes immediately locked onto them, and that crooked, mischievous, dangerously confident smile appeared on his perfectly lined lips.

“Hey, princess,” he called, tilting his head slightly. “I’m almost certain you’re the one who turned me in to Chiron.”

His tone was accusatory.

But the amused glint in his eyes gave him away.

Gods…even with that absolutely ridiculous makeup, he was still handsome