Percy stood outside Kali's room, rubbing the back of his neck in confusion. Everything had happened so fast, leaving him overwhelmed. One minute Kali wanted him dead, and the next she was in his face kissing him. No matter how Percy tried, he just couldn't understand the woman.
Stepping away from the room, Percy decided to go ahead and do something more important. It was getting late, and there was still no news from Rhane and how the tournament had ended.
"Percy... Percy..."
Percy closed the distance, standing in front of the man that called him.
"I heard from someone that they have a winner now."
Percy's heart skipped- it had to be Rhane, no matter what. Trying to remain composed, he asked, "And who is this winner?"
The informant shook his head, "Nobody knows that much."
Percy hummed; his first guess was that Rhane had won, but because he wasn't the council's choice, they had done everything to keep quiet.
"Umm Percy... what happened to your lips?"
