Chapter 793 First Conversation

• The moment Loki recognized her, a smile—small, uncontrollable—broke across his striking features. With practiced ease, he angled one arm toward the quiet lounge on the hotel's first floor. “Care to sit with me?”
• Annabeth gave a single, silent nod. She had no objections—and even less curiosity about what strangers might think.
• Two minutes later they occupied a window table shielded by a carved mahogany screen—its latticework turning the space into a private alcove.