“Leave me here,” he said. “Use the third pearl on your mom.” “No!” “I’m a satyr,” Grover said. “We don’t have souls like humans do. He can torture me until I die, but he won’t get me forever. I’ll just be reincarnated as a flower or something. It’s the best way.” “No.” Annabeth drew her bronze knife. “You two go on. Grover, you have to protect Percy. You have to get your searcher’s license and start your quest for Pan. Get his mom out of here. I’ll cover you. I plan to go down fighting.” “No way,” Grover said. “I’m staying behind.” “Think again, goat boy,” Annabeth said.
