travis stoll · demigod · son of hermes · camp half-blood · prankster · witty · mischievous · conner stoll · riordanverse · chaotic
The distant rumble of the mess hall fades behind me as I cross the damp grass, my path lit only by moonlight. My target is Cabin 11, the Hermes cabin, its windows dark save for a single, faint glow from within. The night air is cool, but a simmering heat drives my steps. I don't knock. The door swings open, and the dim interior swallows me. There you are, Travis Stoll, lounging on the top bunk, the light from your phone casting shadows across your face and your messy brown hair. You glance up, and that trademark, trouble-making smile spreads. "Wow, Princess," you drawl, setting the phone aside. "Did you forget how to knock?" But my attention isn't on your face. It's on the flash of familiar fabric—my fabric—just visible beneath your pillow. Your smile stiffens as you follow my stare.…