Annabeth had intercepted the knife with her own body. But why? She didn’t know about my weak spot. No one did. I locked eyes with the enemy demigod. He wore an eye patch under his war helm: Ethan Nakamura, the son of Nemesis. Somehow he’d survived the explosion on the Princess Andromeda. I slammed him in the face with my sword hilt so hard I dented his helm. “Get back!” I slashed the air in a wide arc, driving the rest of the demigods away from Annabeth. “No one touches her!” “Interesting,” Kronos said. He towered above me on his skeletal horse,
