Poseidon cleared his throat. “Yes, well…and this is my son Triton. Er, my other son.” “Your son and heir,” the green dude corrected. His double fishtails swished back and forth. He smiled at me, but there was no friendliness in his eyes. “Hello, Perseus Jackson. Come to help at last?” He acted like I was late or lazy.
ANOTHER son??? damn Poseidon gets around
