Pythia POV:
When we got done talking to my dad Tye took me home to clean myself up. I still couldn't believe he did that, I understand the reasoning behind it but even so he should have talked to me first. "He is doing it because he loves you." Delilah said softly. "I know, I just wished he would have spoken to me first. Maybe we could have found another way." I replied. "There is no other way that I know of and truthfully what he did is incredibly risky." Delilah said. "I don't want him to die.." I whispered. "Then he won't, I will do anything and everything to keep you alive. We have others to fall back on if we need them, don't stress my queen, we just need to train." Delilah said gently. "Pythia!" Ambrosia roared as she slammed open my bathroom door. "Tye just told me to come here." Ambrosia said gently as he opened her arms. I ran straight to her and sobbed. "Hey now, don't start that. We need to get you cleaned up and then we need to go finish the trap." Ambrosia said softly
