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“She likes you, man.” “Sure,” I muttered. “She likes me for target practice.” “Nah, they always do that. A girl starts trying to kill you, you know she’s into you.” “Makes a lot of sense.”
“If I was going to pick one person in the world to reattach my head,” I said, “I’d pick you.”
“You know,” Annabeth said as we struggled along, “it wasn’t the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.” I blinked. Had she been reading my thoughts? “Um . . . what do you mean?” Annabeth gripped my wrist as we stumbled through a shallow creek. “You stood up to the dragon so Beckendorf would have his chance to jump—now that was brave.” “Or pretty stupid.” “Percy, you’re a brave guy,” she said. “Just take the compliment. I swear, is it so hard?” We locked eyes. Our faces were, like, two inches apart. My chest felt a little funny, like my heart was trying to do jumping jacks.
“Percy, seriously, how could I have planned it? The dragon, the ants—you think I could’ve figured all that out ahead of time?” It didn’t seem likely, but this was Annabeth. There was no telling with her. Then she exchanged glances with Silena, and I could tell they were trying not to laugh. “You—you little—”

