Chapter 794 Threads Of Prophecy

• Loki offered the impromptu lesson because Annabeth's faint frown told him she had never studied the craft. He delivered it with the casual elegance of a prince discussing the weather, yet every word hummed with occult precision.
• “The woman who just passed us is Moira,” he said, lips curving into a smile too beautiful to be entirely sincere. “She is exceptional. In fact, my presence at Fechel Mansion tonight began with a single reading—her reading—pinpointing the exact place you would appear.”
• “So,” Annabeth tilted her head, eyes narrowing with surgical calm, “you sought me out for a reason?”