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It wasn’t easy without Annabeth to do ninety percent of it for me.
She lunged, snatched the fallen torch before the flames could gutter out completely, and positioned herself between me and the dead. “Get back!” she yelled. “Begone!”
Still, I didn’t want her carrying those torches any longer than she had to. Oh, wait…carrying a torch for someone. Wasn’t that an old-fashioned way to say you loved somebody? That was kind of sweet.
