He grabbed a piece of hotel stationery, jotted down some notes, and handed it to

one of the Athena guys. "There's a Duane Reade on Fifth. Normally I would never

steal — "

 

"I would," Travis volunteered.

 

Will glared at him. "Leave cash or drachmas to pay, whatever you've got, but

this is an emergency.

 

I've got a feeling we're going to have a lot more people to treat."

 

Nobody disagreed. There was hardly a single demigod who hadn't already been

wounded . . . except me.

 

"Come on, guys," Travis Stoll said. "Let's give Annabeth some space. We've got a

drugstore to raid . . . I mean, visit."

 

The demigods shuffled back inside. Jake Mason grabbed my shoulder as he was

leaving. "We'll talk later, but it's under control. I'm using Annabeth's shield

to keep an eye on things. The enemy withdrew at sunrise; not sure why. We've got

a lookout at each bridge and tunnel."

 

"Thanks, man," I said.

 

He nodded. "Just take your time."