I glanced at Annabeth. I could tell we were thinking the same thing: What if the

Princess Andromeda was a ploy? What if Kronos let us blow up that ship so we'd

lower our guard?

 

But I wasn't going to say that in front of Silena. Her boyfriend had sacrificed

himself for that mission.

 

"Maybe you're right," I said, though I didn't believe it.

 

I tried to imagine how things could get much worse. The gods were m the Midwest

fighting a huge monster that had almost defeated them once before. Poseidon was

under siege and losing a war against the sea Titan Oceanus. Kronos was still out

there somewhere. Olympus was virtually undefended. The demigods of Camp

Half-Blood were on our own with a spy in our midst.

 

Oh, and according to the ancient prophecy, I was going to die when I turned

sixteen — which happened to be in five days, the exact same time Typhon was

supposed to hit New York. Almost forgot that.

 

"Well," Chiron said, "I think that's enough for one night."

 

He waved his hand and the steam dissipated. The stormy battle of Typhon and the

gods disappeared.