We searched until the sun started to rise, but no luck. Zoë sat down and wept. I was stunned to see her cry. Thalia yelled in rage and impaled her sword in the giant’s smashed face. “We can keep searching,” I said. “It’s light now. We’ll find her.” “No we won’t,” Grover said miserably. “It happened just as it was supposed to.” “What are you talking about?” I demanded. He looked up at me with big watery eyes. “The prophecy. One shall be lost in the land without rain.” Why hadn’t I seen it? Why had I let her go instead of me? Here we were in the desert. And Bianca di Angelo was gone.
