You see, I had a bit of a big mouth. I gave away too many secrets that the gods wanted kept.” He turned to Hazel. “For instance, you’re supposed to be dead. And you—” He turned to Frank. “Your life depends on a burned stick.” Percy frowned. “What are you talking about?” Hazel blinked like she’d been slapped. Frank looked like the truck had backed up and run over him again.
