I know you’ll do what’s best for Annabeth.””How can you be sure?””Because she’d do the same for you.
I hoped I wasn’t blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.
If my mom told one more story about how cute I looked in the bathtub when I was three years old I was going to burrow into the snow and freeze myself to death.
Annabeth Thalia and I hadn’t seen each other in months but between the blizzard and the thought of what we were about to do we were too nervous to talk much. Except for my mom....
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