“Annabeth…” I stammered. “How did you…how long have you…” “Pretty much all morning.” She sheathed her bronze knife. “I’ve been trying to find a good time to talk to you, but you were never alone.” “The shadow I saw this morning—that was—” My face felt hot. “Oh my gods, you were looking in my bedroom window?” “There’s no time to explain!” she snapped, though she looked a little red-faced herself. “I just didn’t want to—”
