Chapter 841 Royal Invitation

• Lifting one eyebrow, Annabeth let the cool question hang in the corridor. "As your date?"
• Loki answered with an easy, practiced smile that seemed carved for court portraits. "Date, guest of honor—call it what you will. With you beside me, I can finally turn away the flock of debutantes who peck at my sleeve each season."
• "Oh," Annabeth muttered, clearly uninvested. Whether she played a companion or diplomat meant nothing to her.