CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
FINLEY               BRIGGS

If Jason's head wound from the brick didn't kill him, Finn sure was.

She was going to kill everyone on the Argo II, every single person who made her stay back to watch Jason while they got to go out and adventure. Save for Annabeth, who was tasked with watching Finn watch Jason.

It was all ridiculous, really.

Luckily, Annabeth was the one who stayed behind. Meaning, the only one Finn thought had a full sense of common sense. Meaning, Annabeth elected to leave Finn and Jason alone in the sick bay so she could be left to her own devices.

Since Jason was unconscious, Finn was technically left to her own devices, too. She could turn the nearest cup of water into wine and start drinking it without worrying about anyone catching her. Not that she cared about what others thought, per se, but they were sort of under the impression that she was going into this quest fully sober and completely serious.

Finn was neither, so she didn't really know how to break that news.

It's not that she had necessarily planned to go behind everyone's backs and resort to her unhealthy drinking habits. It kind of just started out of spite. All she'd been doing for the last multiple hours was stare down at Jason's unconscious frame, feeling that spiteful flame grow in the pit of her stomach.

His face was so pale, he might've been dead. Finn remembered the awful sound of that brick hitting his forehead. Even with the nectar and ambrosia they'd managed to force-feed him, Finn couldn't be sure he would be okay when he woke up.

Not that she cared, or anything. It was just that Piper would probably assume Finn did something worse to Jason in everyone's absence, and she didn't want the blame being put on her. That would be even more annoying than having to babysit a pathetic blond's ass.

Finn heard that Glycerin Hinge thing in his room next door, humming a military song—"Stars and Stripes Forever," maybe? She didn't know, she just knew it was annoying. Since the satellite TV was out, the fawn (satyr? Oops?) had to occupy himself in different ways. Finn could only wish that different way was bashing himself in the head with his club.

She would do it herself, but she was too busy in here, unfortunately. All Finn had been doing in this period of waiting was drink wine, glare at Jason, and sort of wish she was playing a card game right now with someone.

Then she tried forcing that idea away, because—

"You totally cheated!"

Too late.

Finn laughed, half incredulous and half amused. "Cheated, Wonderboy? You're calling me a cheater?"

"Yes!" Jason couldn't contain a laugh of his own. He tried reaching forward to look for hidden cards behind Finn, but she scooted back.

"No one cheats in Go Fish!"

"Then let me see the cards you hid, Briggs."

Jason forced himself forward again, but Finn pressed her hand on his chest to keep him at bay. She tried to look at him in bafflement, but her grin was far too delighted to ignore.

"I didn't hide anything! You're just a sore loser. That's not my fault," she said. Then, for extra measure, stuck her tongue out at him.

He gaped at her. "I am not! I just don't tolerate cheating."

Finn pushed him back harder this time, but Jason was fighting back. He simultaneously tried lunging forward and swatting her hands away. It was in times like these that Finn was reminded he was raised by literal wolves. They'd both been sitting criss-crossed previously, but now Jason was on his knees, and Finn was trying not to let her back completely hit the floor. It was hard to focus on so many tasks when she was giggling so madly.

"Grace!" Finn cackled. "Leave me alone, you animal!"

"I know you stole cards," Jason tried sounding serious, though his laugh betrayed him.

His hands grappled around Finn, searching for the supposed cards that prevented Jason a chance at winning. Finn kept trying to push his arms away by their wrists, but he'd always been stronger.

Jason finally shifted Finn backward in a way that had him catching sight of a glimmer of white in the corner of his eye. Both Finn and Jason paused in surprise. Slowly, they locked gazes.

Then Finn tried tucking her hands underneath her thighs, as Jason tried reaching for the spotted cards at the same time.

"Are you serious, Finn?!"

"You didn't see anything!" she protested, trying to fend him off.

And then Jason just—Well, he just wrapped his arms around Finn, picked her up, and placed her aside. That easily. She was too astonished to really do anything about it. By the time she'd closed her gaping jaw, Jason had found the cards she'd been sitting atop.

Jason shuffled through them in disbelief. "8 of hearts," he read, "ace of diamonds, three of hearts, six of clubs, 2 of spades! These are all the cards I needed!"

Finn stared at him, blinked. "Uh—"

"How did you even manage this?"

She narrowed her eyes on the cards he was holding up, and then back onto Jason. "Look," Finn tried internally calming, "I don't know where those came from, so..."

"Are you serious?"

"Severely."

"They just spawned underneath you while playing?"

Finn crossed her arms, shrugging. "Must have."

"Finley."

She started standing up, ignoring Jason's glare.

"It was nice playing cards with you, Jace. I think I have a Latin reading due tomorrow that I have to work on. I'll catch you later?"

"You can't read!" Jason cried, standing up as well.

"I've read many things," Finn insisted, doing a great job at acting offended. "For example, that sign right there behind you."

When Finn pointed behind Jason's right, the son of Jupiter quickly turned around. Even more quickly, Finn pivoted and bolted away from Jason as fast as possible. Right when Jason heard the pounding of her feet, he turned back around, dumbfounded.

"Hey! Finn!" he called, but Finn just kept running. "Cheater!"

It was instinctive for the heels of hands to press against temples as hard as they could. Finn couldn't think about that right now. Especially not right now, when Jason was lying right there in front of her. It already hurt too much being in the same room as him. She felt suffocated, and no amount of wine downed could save her. Jason was a kind of intoxication that required no alcohol—that made her eyes bleary, her limbs feel weak, her walls weak enough to crumble entirely so that she could offer all that she had left to him. Then she'd remember that she couldn't do that anymore. And now she remembered that Jason was saying he didn't remember why she couldn't do that anymore.

"Gods, you're such a fucking asshole," Finn spat. He wasn't awake to hear her, but it felt good to say  aloud. She was going to tell herself that it did, at least.

Everything just hurt right now, with him. Finn never handled that emotion very well. She was constantly like a balancing scale, in that if too much was put on one side of her tray she'd topple over entirely. Although, it was hard to decipher what the two sides in this situation were. There was already so much to think about that Finn was sure her head would've been spinning even if she hadn't been drinking wine.

On top of Jason, there were the visions Finn had seen in her dreams the night of the Feast of Fortuna. They were too disturbing. Jason riding into battle on horseback, his eyes gold instead of blue. Two giants in matching yellow togas, hoisting a rope on a pulley system, lifting a large bronze vase out of a pit. Herself with Jason, Percy, and Piper, standing waist-deep in water at the bottom of a dark circular chamber, like a giant well—Ghostly shapes moved through the water as it rose rapidly; Finn clawed at the walls, trying to escape, but there was nowhere to go; The water reached their chests; Jason was pulled under; Percy stumbled and disappeared; It didn't take long for Finn to disappear after that.

That might've been the scariest part of the dream for Finn. Not even the fact that Percy—a child of the sea god—was somehow managing to drown. It was just the darkness Finn had succumbed to. Her hopeless thrashing, all alone. Her dying, again, just like she had the first time. This time, there wouldn't be another chance at life.

Finn was already barely alive in this second chance. Dying had left its residual effects on Finn's existence, though it wasn't like she'd told anyone that.

It was hard enough to admit aloud that she had died at all—Of course, the scandal of Camp Jupiter wasn't Roman enough to survive fighting her own kind. It didn't prove anything for herself. It only showed further that she was exactly what everyone thought about her.

Finn didn't even want to bother to think about what their reactions would be to the lingering effects of her temporary death—about how sometimes, occasionally and unnoticed by everyone else, Finn flickered into an intangible state. Most of the time it was just her hand phasing past a doorknob, or her foot failing to make a solid step, but once it had been her entire body that flickered, and Finn was still restraining her tremors of fear over that. The other voices she'd been recently hearing were enough. The heightened eternal perception was enough. The prophetic dreams she'd been receiving were enough.

Finn didn't want any of this, not in the slightest. At the Feast of Fortuna celebration, she'd gone up to Gwen in hopes of figuring out why these residual effects persisted. Gwen only described it the same way Finn had. Neither of them felt dead, per se—but they certainly didn't feel fully alive either.

As if Finley Briggs couldn't feel even more half-dead, now she was beginning to think that she actually was.

Finn wrapped her fingers around her own wrist to remind herself she was solid. She was here. She wasn't on a boat sailing on the River Styx. She was here, in the sickbay with Jason, and she needed to stop thinking about a lingering tingle that seemed to pierce straight through her neck like a bullet. That only made her lack of attachment to the living world more apparent. She needed to ground herself back to reality.

Finn's eyes found Jason's figure again. She forced herself to wonder about the other visions she'd seen.

An empty highway cutting between fields of wheat and sunflowers. A mileage marker read: TOPEKA 32. On the shoulder of the road stood a familiar man in khaki shorts and a purple camp shirt. His face was lost in the shadow of a broad hat, the brim wreathed in leafy vines. He held up a silver goblet and beckoned to Finn. Somehow she knew he was offering her some sort of gift—a cure, or an antidote.

"You're here," Jason croaked.

Finn was so startled she dropped the wine she'd been drinking. "Don't fucking scare me like that! Why are you awake?"

"Sorry my consciousness inconveniences you," Jason grumbled. He touched his bandaged head and frowned. "What... What happened? I remember the explosions, and—"

"I threw a brick at your head," Finn said, although she couldn't tell you why.

Jason let out a painful wince. "You... No, you didn't. You wouldn't have."

There was something about Jason trying to sound like he knew Finn that made anger swell back up inside of her. He didn't know her. He stopped knowing her three years ago, and now with his memories imperfect, he knew her even less. It pissed her off more than words could convey that he knew it wasn't Finn who hurt him.

"Shut up," she snapped. "You don't know anything."

"Stop," Jason begged. He looked even more pained, but Finn didn't think it was because of the head injury. "That's—Can you please stop this? Don't hate me."

Finn almost felt bad, then she remembered who she was talking to. "Why wouldn't I hate you?"

"We were best friends!"

She laughed, though it sounded ugly even in her own ears. "Oh, that's rich coming from you."

"What did I do?" Jason asked desperately. He tried sitting up on his own, though it was a struggle, but Finn wasn't about to help him. She just watched him, stubbornly choosing not to offer up the nectar that was provided for him to sip on. "What happened? Seriously, I'm not joking, I—I can't remember."

Finn scowled. Jason was telling the truth, she could tell. But that almost made her angrier. He seemed to remember everything else perfectly fine. Everything, except for Finn.

Of course. She should have figured.

"That's not my problem," she said. Finn consoled her features, making sure they were uncaring. "I don't know what you think is going on here, but we're not friends. We hate each other. End of discussion."

"No, no—not end of discussion," Jason protested, sounding frustrated. "I know you. I know I know you. There's no way that..."

The longer he looked at Finn, the less sure of himself he became. She looked two seconds away from actually chucking a brick at his head this time.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Jason's eyebrows pulled together, like they always did. Finn tucked her hands under her legs to repress the urge that came from seeing the crease between his brows.

"You're saying we were never friends?" Jason asked. "Everything I remember is a lie? We just... hate each other?"

Finn tried swallowing, but her throat felt thick. He was holding up eye contact with her for too long. She suddenly stood up from her chair, using every muscle to keep up her composure.

"We're done here."

Finn pivoted and tried getting away from Jason as fast as possible. Jason tried to go after her, but his head pounded too greatly, so all he could do was look dumbfounded.

"Hey," he pleaded. "Finn—"

"Don't call me that." She stilled, though her back was still turned to Jason.

It was sad, really. Finn was so desperate to be called Finn, but she couldn't handle hearing it from the one person who actually cared enough to call her it.

"How's it going?" came a new voice, stepping into the doorframe. It was then that Finn realized she'd been screwing her eyes shut, because she had to open them in order to see Annabeth before her.

Finn's careless demeanor was back so quickly Annabeth couldn't even tell that something had been wrong. Agitation still wrapped around her features though, but that wasn't surprising considering how her behavior towards Jason had always been.

"Bad," she said. "You're on babysitting duty. Fill him in on what he missed, or whatever. I don't care."

Annabeth stared a little longer, her analytical gaze flitting from Finn to Jason. Both of them looked back at her. They didn't dare gaze at each other again.

She relented, "Okay. But you have to stay in here."

"What?" Finn demanded.

"In case I need any help," Annabeth insisted.

"You," Finn made sure to put emphasis right there, "need help telling Grace a stupid story?"

Annabeth shrugged, and Finn could've sworn the Athena girl was holding back a smirk. "Or maybe I need help bandaging his head again. I doubt you checked his condition."

"I don't care. I don't want to know."

"Fi—" Jason's voice went dry, and he breathed. "Finley, you can't hate me that much."

The side-eye Finn sent him made Jason shift back into his bed.

"I already told you that you don't know me." But Annabeth was still staring at Finn, and her look wasn't backing down in the slightest. So Finn said, "I'll stay, but it's not for you."

Annabeth finally gave Jason the nectar to sip while she brought him up to speed. Finn didn't want to be there, so she just sat there in the chair next to Annabeth, sulking and taking secret sips of wine when she could. It was easier to be in the sickbay with her mind more clouded.

Annabeth was just explaining Leo Valdez's plan (the new mechanic kid who tried setting Camp Jupiter aflame, which Finn thought was pretty cool) to fix the ship when Finn heard horse hooves clomping across the deck over their heads.

Moments later, Leo, Hazel, and Piper stumbled to a stop in the doorway, carrying a large sheet of hammered bronze between them.

"Gods of Olympus." Annabeth stared at Leo. "What happened to you?"

His hair was greased back. He had welding goggles on his forehead, a lipstick mark on his cheek, tattoos all over his arms, and a T-shirt that read HOT STUFF, BAD BOY, and TEAM LEO.

"Long story," he said. "Others back?"

"Not yet," Finn said.

Leo cursed. Then he noticed Jason sitting up, and his face brightened. "Hey, man! Glad you're better. And that loca right there didn't kill you. I'll be in the engine room."

He ran off with the sheet of bronze, leaving Hazel and Piper in the doorway.

"Did he just call me crazy?" Finn blinked.

Piper raised an unamused eyebrow, as if to say Well, if the shoe fits. Finn hoped it was very clear by now that she did not like this Piper girl.

"What is Team Leo?" Annabeth asked.

"We met Narcissus," Hazel said, which didn't really explain much. "Also Nemesis, the revenge goddess."

Jason sighed. "I miss all the fun."

On the deck above, something went THUMP, as if a heavy creature had landed. Sylvie and Percy came running down the hall. Percy was toting a steaming five-gallon plastic bucket that smelled horrible. Sylvie's shirt was covered in black sticky stuff. A patch of it was in Percy's hair.

Frank stumbled up behind them, which made the hallway pretty jam-packed with demigods. Frank had a big smear of the black sludge down his face.

"Ran into some tar monsters," Sylvie said. "Hey, Jason, glad you're awake. Piper, Hazel, where's Leo?"

Piper pointed down. "Engine room."

Suddenly the entire ship listed to port. The demigods stumbled. Percy almost spilled his bucket of tar.

"Uh, what was that?" he demanded.

"Oh..." Hazel looked embarrassed. "We may have angered the nymphs who live in this lake."

Piper pursed her lips. "Like... all of them."

"Great." Percy handed the bucket of tar to Frank and Sylvie. "You guys help Leo. I'll hold off the water spirits as long as I can."

"On it!" Frank promised.

"I'll come with," Annabeth said.

The four of them ran off, leaving Finn, Hazel, Piper, and Jason. Hazel hugged her stomach like she was going to be sick. Of course, Finn knew that she was.

"I'll just..." Hazel swallowed, pointed weakly down the passageway, and ran off.

Finn nodded. "Yeah, I'm not hanging by you guys. I'll be in my cabin."

She stayed below as the ship rocked back and forth. Finn unfortunately underestimated how much she'd drank, because now she felt almost as nauseous as Hazel. Waves crashed against the hull as angry voices came from above deck—Percy shouting, Coach Hanger yelling at the lake. Festus the figurehead breathed fire several times. Hazel's miserable groans were heard down the hall. In the engine room, it sounded like Leo and the others were doing an Irish line dance with anvils tied to their feet. After what seemed like hours, the engine began to hum. The boards creaked and groaned, and Finn felt the ship lift into the air.

The rocking and shaking stopped. The ship became quiet except for the drone of machinery. Finally Leo emerged from the engine room. He was caked in seat, line dust, and tar. His T-shirt looked like it had been caught in an escalator and chewed to shreds. The TEAM LEO on his chest now read: AM LEO. But he grinned like a madman and announced that they were safely underway.

"Meeting in the mess hall, one hour," he said. "Crazy day, huh?"

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After everyone had cleaned up, Coach Hodgepodge took the helm and the demigods gathered below for dinner. It was the first time they'd all sat down together—just the nine of them. Their presence just reminded Finn that the Prophecy of Nine was unfolding at last. No more easy days filled with stupid jokes and alcohol, pretending the future was a long way off. They were underway, with a bunch of angry fellow Romans behind them and ancient lands ahead. The giants would be waiting. Gaea was rising. Finn was prophesied to die. And unless they succeeded in this quest, the world would be destroyed.

The others must've felt it too. The tension in the mess hall was like an electrical storm brewing, which was totally possible, considering Percy's and Jason's powers. In an awkward moment, the two boys tried to sit in the same chair at the head of the table. Sparks literally flew from Jason's hands. After a brief silent standoff, they ceded the chair to Sylvie and sat at opposite sides of the table. Of course, this made Sylvie feel incredibly awkward. She was practically curled up into a ball as she sat in the chair, but Finn honestly thought she was the best fit. She also thought Sylvie was an absolute cutie that Percy's disgusting ass definitely didn't deserve.

The crew compared notes on what had happened in Salt Lake City, but even Leo's ridiculous story about how he tricked Narcissus wasn't enough to cheer up the group.

"So where to now?" Leo asked with a mouthful of pizza. "I did a quick repair job to get us out of the lake, but there's still a lot of damage. We should really put down again and fix things right before we head across the Atlantic."

Percy was eating a piece of pie, which of course was completely blue—filling, crust, even the whipped cream. "We need to put some distance between us and Camp Jupiter," he said. "Frank spotted some eagles over Salt Lake City. We figure the Romans aren't far behind us."

That didn't improve the mood around the table.

"I don't suppose we should go back and try to reason with the Romans?" Piper spoke up. "Maybe—Maybe I didn't try hard enough with the charmspeak."

"If you willingly go back to the Romans, they'd decapitate your head and put it on a spear," Finn said. She tilted her head. "On second thought, maybe you should try it."

Frank hastily insisted, "She's joking." Then, "Actually, it's kind of hard to tell when she's joking. I think she's joking. Are you joking?"

Finn shrugged dismissively, smirking a little as she picked at a piece of pita bread. She heard Jason sigh.

"They wouldn't do that, but... she's got a point," he admitted, surprisingly sounding agitated at that. "Whatever happened, it was Gaea's doing, to drive the two camps apart."

Piper tried, "Maybe if we could explain that, though—"

"With no proof?" Annabeth asked. "And no idea what really happened? I appreciate what you're saying, Piper. I don't want the Romans on our bad side, but until we understand what Gaea's up to, Finley's right. Going back is suicide."

"See, I knew I liked you," Finn grinned at Annabeth.

"I mean, there's a chance Reyna might listen, but Octavian won't," Hazel said. She still looked a little queasy from seasickness, but she was trying to eat a few saltine crackers. The rim of her plate was embedded with rubies. "The Romans have honor to think about. They've been attacked. They'll shoot first and ask questions posthac."

"Well, uh... shooting's better than heads on spears," Sylvie said unsurely, trying to provide some optimism.

No one was uplifted. Sylvie looked down dejectedly. Percy rubbed the side of her arm, grimacing.

When Finn grabbed for her glass of totally-lemonade-and-not-a-light-white-wine, her grip slipped. She flinched to see that her fingertips had flickered again. Panic swelled inside, and she looked around the table hoping that nobody noticed.

Jason was already staring at her, and she found his blue eyes. They had widened slightly. Finn's gaze hardened in a way that made her point clear: Don't say a fucking word.

"You all are right," Piper decided. "We have to keep going. Not just because of the Romans. We have to hurry."

Hazel nodded. "Nemesis said we have only six days until Nico dies and Rome is destroyed."

Jason frowned. "You mean Rome Rome, not New Rome?"

"I think," Hazel said. "But if so, that's not much time."

"Why six days?" Percy wondered. "And how are they going to destroy Rome?"

No one answered. These bad news only compelled Finn to share even more bad news.

"There's more," she said. "I think being dead's started making me... like, I don't know. See things. In my dreams."

Frank froze with a forkful of spaghetti halfway to his mouth. "Things such as...?"

"They don't really make sense," Finn said, "just garbled images, but I saw two giants, dressed alike. Maybe twins."

Piper made a startled noise. "I saw them, too. In my knife."

"In your... knife?"

"It's a magical knife," Piper explained impatiently. "When I look into my reflection, I can see visions in it."

Finn scoffed. "Who are you, Mulan?"

"Okay," Percy cut in, sending Finn a look. Cut it out, was very easy to read in his features, if you were ever curious. "Back to everyone being helpful again."

She glared back at him, and she didn't care how childish it looked.

"Twins," Annabeth said, ending the altercation. "Like in Ella's prophecy. If we could figure out those lines, it might help."

Heads turned to Sylvie, and she jolted up, looking startled.

"Uh, we don't have to talk about Ella's prophe—"

"Harvest's daughter walks alone," Percy said. "The Echo of Demeter grows through Rome."

Sylvie frowned at Percy. "Traitor," she grumbled.

"Sylv, that's got to mean you. Juno told me... well, she said you had a task ahead of you in Rome. She said she doubted you could do it. But I know she's wrong."

She took a long breath, thumb fidgeting with the edge of that random fingerless glove on her right hand. "Reyna was about to tell me something right before the ship fired on us. She said there was an old legend among the Roman praetors—something that had to do with Demeter. She said it might be the reason Greeks and Romans could never get along."

Leo, Hazel, and Piper exchanged nervous looks.

"Nemesis mentioned something similar," Leo said. "She talked about an old score that had to be settled—"

"The one thing that might bring the gods' two natures into harmony," Hazel recalled. "'An old wrong finally avenged.'"

"'Natures'?" Sylvie repeated, sounding sick.

Percy drew a frowny face in his blue whipped cream. "I was only a praetor for about two hours. Jason, you ever hear a legend like that?"

Finn looked over at Jason, because she would love to hear all the words of wisdom that praetor Grace had to say. She raised a condescending eyebrow. His fingers twitched.

"I... uh, I'm not sure," he said. "I'll give it some thought."

Percy narrowed his eyes. "You're not sure?"

"Of course he's not," Finn said, shaking her head. "He's not sure about anything."

Jason caught her eye, and he pleaded silently, Later.

Hazel broke the silence: "What about the other lines?" She turned her ruby-encrusted plate. "Twins snuff out the angel's breath, Who holds the key to endless death."

"Suffer the curse of memory that reigns," Frank added, "And win the frailed marble that remains."

"A memory curse," Leo said. "That sounds wicked! And absolutely horrible. Wouldn't want to be in the shoes of the guy that 'suffers' that."

"Or girl," Finn added contemplatively. "Or anyone. Who are we to know who's going to suffer?"

"Hey, you're so right," he said, seeming philosophical.

"Amazing input from both of you, really," Sylvie interjected. She sounded extremely stressed.

Percy's brows pulled together, and he reached for her fidgeting hand. "You good, Applejack?"

"Me?" Sylvie blinked nervously (how did she make it possible to blink nervously?). "Oh, I'm—I'm fine. For sure. Always. Definitely. It's just... You know, we clearly don't know what the lines mean, yet. And, it's never any use in trying to force a prophecy's meaning to come about. Maybe we should table this conversation for another time."

No one knew what to say in response to that. Sylvie was right, even though she was acting so weird about it—they didn't know what the prophecy meant, and it wasn't ever any use in forcing the meaning to come about. Besides, they'd all started listening to Sylvie. Even the new Romans who had just met her. Finn had to admit she felt naturally compelled to trust the Demeter daughter and her warm, welcoming aura. She looked back over at Sylvie, but this time she noted that Sylvie was sending someone across the table a pleading glance.

"So..." Leo pushed his chair away from the table. "First things first, I guess. We'll have to put down in the morning to finish repairs."

"Someplace close to a city," Annabeth suggested, "in case we need supplies. But somewhere out of the way, so the Romans will have trouble finding us. Any ideas?"

No one spoke. Finn remembered her vision in the knife: the familiar man in purple, holding out a goblet and beckoning to her. He'd been standing in front of a sign that read TOPEKA 32.

"Well," she ventured, "how do you guys feel about Kansas?"

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BAILEY YAPS...

Oh Finley Middle-Name-Unknown-To-Me Briggs POV how I've missed you. Your little traumatized brain is so fun to poke at. And now Jason's back irl so it's even more fun yay

So I kind of latched on hard to the idea that dying then coming back to life would have residual effects on all the people that. Yk. Died then came back to life. So here I pooped it out in this story I hope you enjoy

Finn and Piper actually have beef for no reason like Jiper isn't even a sliver of a thing in this book. Piper has absolutely 0 romantic feelings for Jason. Finn and Piper just like hate each other. I don't know why but I think it's hilarious. Reject enemies to lovers and embrace just pure enemies.

Anyways Jinley is here to serve a secret horrible emotion that is unbeknownst to all. Oh how excited I am to make them miserable.