“Luke is alive,” I said. “Annabeth was right.” Annabeth sat up. “How do you know?” I tried not to feel annoyed by her interest. I told her what my dad had said about the Princess Andromeda. “Well.” Annabeth shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “If the final battle does come when Percy is sixteen, at least we have two more years to figure something out.” I had a feeling that when she said “figure something out,” she meant “get Luke to change his ways,” which annoyed me even more.
