Annabeth glared at me. “Yes, but this is different. I’m good with ideas. Not mechanics.” “If I was going to pick one person in the world to reattach my head,” I said, “I’d pick you.” I just blurted it out—to give her confidence, I guess— but immediately I realized it sounded pretty stupid. “Awww. . .” Silena sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Percy, that is so sweet!” Annabeth blushed. “Shut up, Silena. Hand me your dagger.” I was afraid Annabeth was going to stab me with it. Instead she used it as a screwdriver, to open a panel in the dragon’s neck. “Here goes nothing,” she said. And she started
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