Chapter 860 Nighttime Encounter
- A flicker—barely a ripple—crossed Annabeth's expression, then vanished. She pivoted, letting the dim lamp catch the edges of her profile.
- At the end of the alley, a single silhouette leaned against crumbling brick. Half his face hid inside the gloom, the other half lit by the dying streetlamp—high cheekbone, sharp jaw, artistry chiseled in shadow.
- Her gaze hardened the instant she recognized him.