“We’ll never be able to sneak up on them,” I said. Annabeth picked up the metal spider and slipped it into her pocket. “I can. Wait here.” “Hold it!” I said, but before I could argue, she put on her Yankees cap and turned invisible. I didn’t dare call after her, but I didn’t like the idea of her approaching the forge on her own. If those things out there could sense a god coming, would Annabeth be safe?
