“Good luck.” Rachel kissed me before I could even react. “Now, get going, half-blood. Go kill some monsters for me.” My last view of her was sitting in the shotgun seat of the Prius, her arms crossed, watching as Blackjack circled higher and higher, carrying Beckendorf and me into the sky. I wondered what Rachel wanted to talk to me about, and whether I’d live long enough to find out. “So,” Beckendorf said, “I’m guessing you don’t want me to mention that little scene to Annabeth.”
No way that just happened. No way.
