Location: Hotel Lustre Paradise, Hero City
The balcony door clicked shut behind her. A crisp gust swept through the second-floor room of Hotel Lustre, tugging at the pale curtains as if they, too, wanted to escape.
"Aagh! Damn you, Cruxius!" Thalia hissed, yanking the silky drapes off their rod like a woman possessed. "You maniacal, perverted-brained, ego-dripping son of a—"
Rage bubbled in her chest, and the image of him—smirking, shirt half-unbuttoned, firmly ordering the guards to bring her into this hotel for a bath as if she were some prisoner—only poured gasoline on it. His voice echoed in her mind: // You'll have to take a bath; I can't love a stinky pig. Follow those guards and wait inside the hotel room....as I would love it if you gift me a surprise small bath together. //
"Oh, yes, why not," she muttered sarcastically, twisting the fabric into a makeshift rope. "Stinky pig? Your mother is a stinky pig!"
'!'
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