She looked around, and I realized she was scanning the faces of the dead. “If you’re looking for Bianca,” I said quietly so Nico wouldn’t hear me, “she’d be in Elysium. She died a hero’s death.” “I know that,” Thalia snapped. Then she caught herself. “It’s not that, Percy. I was just . . . never mind.” A cold feeling washed over me. I remembered that Thalia’s mother had died in a car crash a few years ago. They’d never been close, but Thalia had never gotten to say good-bye. If her mother’s shade was wandering around down here—no wonder Thalia looked jumpy. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I wasn’t
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