In which Percy Jackson finds himself tied up with the mischievous daughter of Apollo.
or
In which Juliet Alexander would do anything to make the son of Poseidon smile.
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"This way!" Rachel yelled.
"Why should we follow you?" Annabeth demanded. "You led us straight into that death trap!"
"It was the way you needed to go," Rachel said. "And so is this. Come on!"
Annabeth didn't look happy about it, but she ran along with the rest of them. Rachel seemed to know exactly where she was going. She whipped around corners and didn't even hesitate at crossroads. Once she said, "Duck!" and they all crouched as a huge axe swung over their heads. Then they kept going as if nothing had happened.
Juliet lost track of how many turns they made. They didn't stop to rest until they came to a room the size of a gymnasium with old marble columns holding up the roof. She stood at the doorway, listening for sounds of pursuit, but she heard nothing. Apparently they'd lost Luke and his minions in the maze.
Then she realized something else: Mrs. O'Leary was gone. Juliet didn't know when she'd disappeared. She didn't know if she'd gotten lost or been overrun by monsters or what. Her heart turned to lead. She'd saved their lives, and they hadn't even waited to make sure she was following them.
Ethan collapsed on the floor. "You people are crazy." He pulled off his helmet. His face gleamed with sweat.
Juliet fell to her knees right beside him, smacking him right across the face before pulling him in a hug, "You stupid fucker."
"Missed you too," Ethan hugged back, huffing while he tried to catch his breath.
Rachel looked at the two with raised eyebrows before turning to Percy, but It was Annabeth who spoke, "Never mind," Annabeth said quickly. "Why were you trying to join up with the wrong side?"
Ethan sneered. "There's no right side. The gods never cared about us. Why shouldn't I—"
"Sign up with an army that makes you fight to the death for entertainment?" Annabeth said. "Gee, I wonder."
Ethan struggled to his feet. "Did you even know who I was?"
