Chapter 847 Feathered Night Secrets

• Loki had arranged everything with surgical precision. Extra pillows matched the way Annabeth liked to cradle her shoulder at night, and the tea set on the credenza already carried the faint spice she favored. Even though Annabeth wasn't picky, there was no reason to complain about the impeccable living arrangements.
• They had been schoolmates once—good ones—so the atmosphere between them now felt easy, like slipping into a well-worn jacket.
• Loki himself was never the sort to burden guests. His attentiveness landed lightly, leaving no trace of obligation behind.