Annabeth sheathed her knife and glared at me. “Thanks…” I faltered. “I’m really sorry—” Before I could figure out how to apologize for being such an idiot, she tackled me with a hug, then pulled away just as quickly. “I’m glad you’re not a guinea pig.” “Me, too.” I hoped my face wasn’t as red as it felt. She undid the golden braids in her hair. “Come on, Seaweed Brain,” she said. “We have to get away while Circe’s distracted.”
