Chapter 859 Restless Midnight Walk

• Privately, Annabeth allowed herself a nod of approval. Loki's household staff were not merely well-trained; they were impeccably bred in the art of unobtrusive service.
• Nothing rattled them, not even the impossible speed with which she emptied an entire cart of food.
• I just finished eating. Sleeping again would be pointless, but diving into drills on a full stomach is begging for cramps. Find Loki? But there's nothing I can do with him except spar. That's still a form of training, isn't it? Forget it. Better not invite a stomach strain tonight.