Clarisse turned to Chiron. "You're in charge, right? Does my cabin get what we

want or not?"

 

Chiron shuffled his hooves. "My dear, as I've already explained, Michael is

correct. Apollo's cabin has the best claim. Besides, we have more important

matters — "

 

"Sure," Clarisse snapped. "Always more important matters than what Ares needs.

We're just supposed to show up and light when you need us, and not complain!"

 

"That would be nice," Connor Stoll muttered.

 

Clarisse gripped her knife. "Maybe I should ask Mr. D — "

 

"As you know," Chiron interrupted, his tone slightly angry now, "our director,

Dionysus, is busy with the war. He can't be bothered with this."

 

"I see," Clarisse said. "And the senior counselors? Are any of you going to side

with me?"

 

Nobody was smiling now. None of them met Clarisse's eyes.

 

"Fine." Clarisse turned to Silena. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get into this

when you've just lost . . .