Wrath of the Triple Goddess

by Rick Riordan

The only one who got any stares was Annabeth, and the people checking her out were lucky I didn’t poke them with my fake trident.

I just wished I understood what it had to do with SEJ.

Yelling Whatever! at my girlfriend and throwing a potion at her are two great ways to make me angry. And when I get angry, liquids explode.

“Percy,” she said, “I don’t give you enough credit.” I blinked. “I’m sorry—can I get that in writing? Maybe on a billboard?”

Which means I need to talk to SEJ. Sally Estelle Jackson.”

‘You arrived too late. Move along. Find another life.’

“What was I thinking? A magic school! Can you imagine such a thing?”

“Don’t beat yourself up. A lot of people make the mistake of recommending me.”

I glanced at him. He wasn’t kidding. Apparently, Annabeth had given him homework on Pete. Either I’d forgotten about it, or Annabeth hadn’t bothered giving it to me because she knew it was hopeless.

I met Annabeth’s eyes. “We can.” I figured that, after holding the weight of the sky and trekking through Tartarus together, the two of us were about as in sync as a couple could be.

“Hey, Wise Girl,” I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice, “be wise. I don’t know much, but I do know we’re stronger together. Always.”

If I’d lost you because of my own pride…”