“Would you give anything for it, my dear?” the princess asked. “I sense that you would. ”
The words washed over Piper as powerfully as a good surfing wave. The force of the suggestion nearly lifted her offher feet. She wanted to pay any price. She wanted to say yes.
Then her stomach twisted. Piper realized she was being charmspoken. She’d sensed something like it before, when Drew spoke at the campfire, but this was a thousand times more potent. No wonder her friends were dazed. Was this was what people felt when Piper used charmspeak? A feeling of guilt settled over her.
She summoned all her willpower. “No, I won’t pay any price. But a fair price, maybe. After that, we need to leave. Right, guys?”
Just for a moment, her words seemed to have some effect. The boys looked confused.
“Leave?” Jason said.
“You mean … after shopping?” Leo asked.
Piper wanted to scream, but the princess tilted her head, examining Piper with newfound respect.
“Impressive,” the princess said. “Not many people could resist my suggestions. Are you a child of Aphrodite, my dear? Ah, yes—I should have seen it. No matter. Perhaps we should shop a while longer before you decide what to buy, eh?”
“But the vial—”
“Now, boys. ” She turned to Jason and Leo. Her voice was so much more powerful than Piper’s, so full of confidence, Piper didn’t stand a chance. “Would you like to see more?”
“Sure,” Jason said.
“Okay,” Leo said.
“Excellent,” the princess said. “You’ll need all the help you can get if you’re to make it to the Bay Area. ”
Piper’s hand moved to her dagger. She thought about her dream of the mountaintop—the scene Enceladus had shown her, a place she knew, where she was supposed to betray her friends in two days.
“The Bay Area?” Piper said. “Why the Bay Area?”
The princess smiled. “Well, that’s where they’ll die, isn’t it?”
Then she led them toward the escalators, Jason and Leo still looking excited to shop.
PIPER CORNERED THE PRI
NCESS as Jason and Leo went off to check out the living fur coats.
“You want them shopping for their deaths?” Piper demanded.
“Mmm. ” The princess blew dust off a display case of swords. “I’m a seer, my dear. I know your little secret. But we don’t want to dwell on that, do we? The boys are having such fun. ”
Leo laughed as he tried on a hat that seemed to be made from enchanted raccoon fur. Its ringed tail twitched, and its little legs wiggled frantically as Leo walked. Jason was ogling the men’s sportswear. Boys interested in shopping for clothes? A definite sign they were under an evil spell.
Piper glared at the princess. “Who are you?”
“I told you, my dear. I’m the Princess of Colchis. ”
“Where’s Colchis?”
The princess’s expression turned a little sad. “Where was Colchis, you mean. My father ruled the far shores of the Black Sea, as far to the east as a Greek ship could sail in those days. But Colchis is no more—lost eons ago. ”
“Eons?” Piper asked. The princess looked no more than fifty, but a bad feeling started settling over Piper—something King Boreas had mentioned back in Quebec. “How old are you?”
The princess laughed. “A lady should avoid asking or answering that question. Let’s just say the, ah, immigration process to enter your country took quite a while. My patron finally brought me through. She made all this possible. ” The princess swept her hand around the department store.
Piper’s mouth tasted like metal. “Your patron …”
“Oh, yes. She doesn’t bring just anyone through, mind you—only those who have special talents, such as me. And really, she insists on so little—a store entrance that must be underground so she can, ah, monitor my clientele; and a favor now and then. In exchange for a new life? Really, it was the best bargain I’d made in centuries. ”
Run, Piper thought. We have to get out of here.
But before she could even turn her thoughts into words, Jason called, “Hey, check it out!”
From a rack labeled distressed clothing, he held up a purple T-shirt like the one he’d worn on the school field trip—except this shirt looked as if it had been clawed by tigers.
Jason frowned. “Why does this look so familiar?”
“Jason, it’s like yours,” Piper said. “Now we really have to leave. ” But she wasn’t sure he could even hear her anymore through the princess’s enchantment.
“Nonsense,” the princess said. “The boys aren’t done, are they? And yes, my dear. Those shirts are very popular—tradeins from previous customers. It suits you. ”
Leo picked up an orange Camp Half-Blood tee with a hole through the middle, as if it had been hit by a javelin. Next to that was a dented bronze breastplate pitted with corrosion—acid, maybe?—and a Roman toga slashed to pieces and stained with something that looked disturbingly like dried blood.