Leo! Jason was shaking his shoulder. Hey, man, why are you hugging Nike?Leo’s eyes fluttered open. His arms were wrapped around the human-sized statue in Athena’s hand. He must have been thrashing in...
He scowled at Jason. And please, I don't like being touched. Don't ever grab me again.
Nico knelt and picked it up. He regarded Jason, as if waiting for an attack. If the others found out- If the others found out, Jason said, you'd have that many more people to back you up, and to unlea...
The truth hit him. Jason wasn't quite Roman anymore. His time at Camp Half-Blood had changed him. Reyna had recognized that. Apparently, so did the undead legionnaires. If Jason no longer gave off the...
Jason always tried to build a good relationship with his team. He'd learned the hard way that if somebody was going to have your back in a fight, it was better if you found some common ground and trus...
Jason's fingers itched to draw his sword. He'd met plenty of scary demigods, but he was starting to realize that Nico di Angelo--as pale and gaunt as he looked--might be more than he could handle.
Jason decided there was nothing in the world scarier than a gang of bat-wielding grannies.
Which meant his only assets were one whiny imprisoned goddess, one sort-of-girlfriend with a dagger, and Leo, who apparently thought he could defeat the armies of darkness with breath mints.
Oh, by the way… Jason glanced at Percy. I resigned my office, gave Frank a field promotion to praetor. Unless you want to contest that ruling. Percy grinned. No argument here. Praetor? Hazel stared at...
Now-what’s our game plan? Coach Hedge belched. He’d already had three espressos and a plate of doughnuts, along with two napkins and another flower from the vase on the table. He would’ve eaten the si...