“You’re right. Annabeth…did you zero in on that spot from your bronze map?” Her gray eyes turned extra thunderstorm dark, which Percy could interpret just fine: Remember what I said, buddy. Keep that dream to yourself. “Yes,” she said carefully. “It’s on the Tiber River. I think I can find it, but I should—” “Take me along,” Percy finished. “Yeah, you’re right.” Annabeth glared daggers at him. “That’s not—” “Safe,” he supplied. “One demigod walking through Rome alone. I’ll go with you as far as the Tiber.
