“In which case,” said Mr. D, “I’m afraid she will have to be smart enough to escape on her own.” I got up from the table. “Percy.” Chiron’s tone was full of warning. In the back of my mind, I knew Mr. D was not somebody to mess with. Even if you were an impulsive ADHD kid like me, he wouldn’t give you any slack. But I was so angry I didn’t care.
