Lennon smiles at him. "You really liked it?"

Carra leads him to a beach-side villa-style resort and she slips the front desk 200 dollars. The winking registrar slides a key to them. She smiles and takes the key, then she leads Lynn into a room.

Zenith closes her eyes and grunts softly. Zenith frowns faintly, debating if this is what her mother's verbal abuse would feel like if the drugs she'd been taking had let it advance. Sure, the drugs was medicine for what everyone else thought was insanity, sputtering about Greek monsters and gods, saying they're real. She winces when she remembers the way her classmates and old friends had reacted when she admitted she believed her mother. Not kindly, to put it lightly. Tears leak through her eyes.