“No problem!” Apollo checked us out. “Let’s see…Thalia, right? I’ve heard all about you.” Thalia blushed. “Hi, Lord Apollo.” “Zeus’s girl, yes? Makes you my half sister. Used to be a tree, didn’t you? Glad you’re back. I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees. Man, I remember one time—” “Brother,” Artemis said. “You should get going.” “Oh, right.” Then he looked at me, and his eyes narrowed. “Percy Jackson?” “Yeah. I mean…yes, sir.”
