In a world where gods and demigods clash, Anna Danvers, daughter of Poseidon, stands at the heart of prophecy. As the chosen one of the ancient foretellings, her fate intertwines with the destiny of both Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter.
With braver...
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𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕆ℂ𝕃𝔼 𝕄𝕆𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕊
I DIDN'T RELAX UNTIL THE GLOW OF Quebec City faded behind us.
"You were amazing," Emma told me.
The compliment should've made my day. But all I could think about was the trouble ahead. Evil things are stirring, Zethes had warned us. I knew that firsthand. The closer they got to the solstice, the less time I had to make her decision. Honestly, if this was life as a demigod, then I am not sure how Anna and Emma survived for so long.
I told Emma in French, whispering so Anna couldn't translate it: "If you knew the truth about me, you wouldn't think I was so amazing."
"What'd you say?" she asked.
"I said I only talked to Boreas. It wasn't so amazing." But, I knew she knew that I was lying, though she let it pass.
I didn't turn to look, but I imagined her smiling. The thought made my day.
"Hey," she said, "you saved me and the lovebirds behind from joining Khione's subzero hero collection. I owe you one."
"That is not true, Anna did most of the work and talking, I just translated a few things here and there," I say
Emma wrapped her arms around my waist, which made me gasp "I think you should learn to take credit when you have to, Mclean" Emma said, in barely a whisper, but I heard it loud and clear. Kind of hard not to, since she was two inches behind me.
That was definitely the easy part, I thought. There was no way I would've let that ice witch keep Emma. What bothered me more was the way Boreas had changed form, and why he'd let us go. He'd also weirdly look at Anna as if she knew something we didn't. It had something to do with Jason's past, those tattoos on his arm. Boreas assumed Jason was some sort of Roman, and Romans didn't mix with Greeks. I kept waiting for Anna or Jason to explain, but they clearly didn't want to talk about it. I could relate.
Until now, I had been able to dismiss Jason's feeling that he didn't belong at Camp Half-Blood. Obviously, he was a demigod. Of course, he belonged. But now ... what if he was something else? What if he really was an enemy? I couldn't stand that idea any more than she could stand Khione.
Leo passed them some sandwiches from his pack. He'd been quiet ever since we'd (read: Emma) told him what happened in the throne room. "I still can't believe Khione," he said. "She looked so nice."
"Trust me, man," Jason said. "Snow may be pretty, but it's cold and nasty up close. We'll find you a better prom date."
