That's a good thing.

Puck was in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "So, how is the handsome princeling?" he mocked, shoving away from the wall. "Will he survive his ordeal to fight another day?"

" the gnomes are taking care of them. He'll probably be alright. I didn't stop to ask. "

She lays down on Ares' back.

"Forgive me if my heart doesnt bleed for him," Puck replied, rolling his eyes. "I dont know how you got him to help, but I wouldnt trust him further than I could throw him. Deals with the Winter Court are bad news. What did you promise him?" He wasn't just talking to Lise now.

Isiea ignores him. She's really tired.

" I didn't promise him anything. I turned down his bargain, so I don't know why hes helping. "

He turned his gaze to Isiea. "What did you promise him?"

"He'd help save Ethan and Ares won't eat him." She technically isn't wrong about that.

Puck sobered. "You've gone mad," he murmured, going into the dining hall. A long table stood in the center of the room, with a magnificent ice sculpture as a centerpiece. Grimalkin crouched on the table with his head in a bowl, eating something that smelled strongly of fish. He glanced up as we entered, licking his jaws with a bright pink tongue.

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