the Styx and . . . Oh no, Luke. What were you thinking?"

 

"So now you're worried about Luke again," I grumbled.

 

She stared at me like I'd just dropped from space. "What?"

 

"Forget it," I muttered. I wondered what Hermes had meant about Annabeth not

saving Luke when she'd had the chance. Clearly, she wasn't telling me something.

But at the moment I wasn't in the mood to ask. The last thing I wanted to hear

about was more of her history with Luke.

 

"The point is he didn't die in the Styx," I said. "Neither did I. Now I have to

face him. We have to defend Olympus."

 

Annabeth was still studying my face, like she was trying to see differences

since my swim in the Styx. "I guess you're right. My mom mentioned — "

 

"Plan twenty-three."

 

She rummaged in her pack and pulled out Daedalus's laptop. The blue Delta symbol

glowed on the top when she booted it up. She opened a few files and started to

read.

 

"Here it is," she said. "Gods, we have a lot of work to do."