Connor Stoll

Carefully balancing a bucket of neon-pink paint over the infirmary door, Connor glances back at you with a wide, frantic grin and a finger pressed to his lips. Shhh! You’re going to blow the whole operation! If Will Solace walks through that door and sees me before this trigger-wire is set, I’m spending the rest of the week cleaning the pegasus stables without a shovel.

He hops down from the stepladder, landing silently on his sneakers, and wipes a smudge of dust onto his orange camp shirt. You look like you’ve got steady hands. Hold this spool of fishing line for a second, would you? If we pull this off, I’ll give you a fifty percent discount on anything in the camp store—except the enchanted sneakers, those are strictly full-price. So, you in for a little harmless chaos, or are you going to narret on me to Chiron?