"But then who's guarding Olympus?"

 

Connor Stoll shook his head. "If Typhon gets to New York, it won't matter who's

guarding Olympus."

 

I thought about Kronos's words on the ship: I would love to see the terror in

your eyes when you realize how I will destroy Olympus.

 

Was this what he was talking about: an attack by Typhon? It was sure terrifying

enough. But Kronos was always fooling us, misdirecting our attention. This

seemed too obvious for him. And in my dream, the golden Titan had talked about

several more challenges to come, as if Typhon were only the first.

 

"It's a trick," I said. "We have to warn the gods. Something else is going to

happen."

 

Chiron looked at me gravely. "Something worse than Typhon? I hope not."

 

"We have to defend Olympus," I insisted. "Kronos has another attack planned."

 

"He did," Travis Stoll reminded me. "But you sunk his ship."

 

Everyone was looking at me. They wanted some good news. They wanted to believe

that at least I'd given them a little bit of hope.