“I could appear as a grown woman, or a blazing fire, or anything else I want, but this is what I prefer. This is the average age of my Hunters, and all young maidens for whom I am patron, before they go astray.” “Go astray?” I asked. “Grow up. Become smitten with boys. Become silly, preoccupied, insecure. Forget themselves.” “Oh.” Zoë sat down at Artemis’s right. She glared at me as if all the stuff Artemis had just said was my fault, like I’d invented the idea of being a guy.
