Annabeth flexed her bad shoulder. “Yeah, well…let’s not make a habit of it. What are you doing here, Dare? Don’t you know better than to fly into a war zone?” “I—” Rachel glanced at me. “I had to be here. I knew Percy was in trouble.” “Got that right,” Annabeth grumbled. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have some injured friends I’ve got to tend to. Glad you could stop by, Rachel.” “Annabeth—” I called. She stormed off.
