completely ADHD, like me. I could never leave things alone. I didn't like

temptation. What if this was my choice? Maybe the prophecy all came down to my

keeping this jar closed or opening it.

 

"I don't want the thing," I growled.

 

"Too late," Prometheus said. "The gift is given. It cannot be taken back."

 

He stood. The empousa came forward and slipped her arm through his.

 

"Morrain!" Prometheus called to the blue giant. "We are leaving. Get your flag."

 

"Uh-oh," the giant said.

 

"We will see you soon, Percy Jackson," Prometheus promised. "One way or

another."

 

Ethan Nakamura gave me one last hateful look. Then the truce party turned and

strolled up the lane through Central Park, like it was just a regular sunny

Sunday afternoon.

 

FOURTEEN

 

PIGS FLY