Either way, I doubted we could stop the prophecy. A blade was supposed to reap

my soul. As a general rule, I preferred not to have my soul reaped.

 

"Perhaps we should let Percy think about these lines," Chiron said. "He needs

time — "

 

"No." I folded up the prophecy and shoved it into my pocket. I felt defiant and

angry, though I wasn't sure who I was angry with. "I don't need time. If I die,

I die. I can't worry about that, right?"

 

Annabeth's hands were shaking a little. She wouldn't meet my eyes.

 

"Let's move on," I said. "We've got other problems. We've got a spy."

 

Michael Yew scowled. "A spy?"

 

I told them what had happened on the Princess Andromeda — how Kronos had known

we were coming, how he'd shown me the silver scythe pendant he'd used to

communicate with someone at camp.

 

Silena started to cry again, and Annabeth put an arm around her shoulders.

 

"Well," Connor Stoll said uncomfortably, "we've suspected there might a spy for

years, right?