“We’ll follow the path,” she said. “The brightness on the floor.” “The brightness that led us straight into a trap?” Annabeth asked. “Lay off her, Annabeth,” I said. “She’s doing the best she can.” Annabeth stood. “The fire’s getting low. I’ll go look for some more scraps while you guys talk strategy.” And she marched off into the shadows. Rachel drew another figure with her stick—an ashy Antaeus dangling from his chains. “Annabeth’s usually not like this,” I told her. “I don’t know what her problem is.” Rachel raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure you don’t know?” “What do you mean?” “Boys,” she
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