the Hunters of Artemis, hadn't been heard from in months, and if Artemis knew

what had happened to them, she wasn't sharing information.

 

We visited the Aphrodite cabin, which of course got a five out of five. The beds

were perfectly made.

 

The clothes in everyone's footlockers were color coordinated. Fresh flowers

bloomed on the windowsills.

 

I wanted to dock a point because the whole place reeked of designer perfume, but

Annabeth ignored me.

 

"Great job as usual, Silena," Annabeth said.

 

Silena nodded listlessly. The wall behind her bed was decorated with pictures of

Beckendorf. She sat on her bunk with a box of chocolates on her lap, and I

remembered that her dad owned a chocolate store in the Village, which was how

he'd caught the attention of Aphrodite.

 

"Y ou want a bonbon?" Silena asked. "My dad sent them. He thought — he thought

they might cheer me up."

 

"Are they any good?" I asked.

 

She shook her head. "They taste like cardboard."