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    “You smell like chamomile,” he whispered, and Annabeth felt a shiver run down her spine that was barely connected to the stress of the day. Okay, not connected at all.
    “You dropped me into a haystack full of chamomile,” she whispered back, tilting her head while his hand rested on her waist.
    There was a smile in his voice. “The harpy tried to steal you away. It was the softest… thing to land.” His lips moved to her jawline, effectively silencing any argument about how soft a landing in a haystack could be.

    New Rome. THE MOVE. Percy, Annabeth, mountains of boxes and a lack of essential furniture... like a bed or beds.

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