fall into the same trap. Luke has given himself to Kronos now. We can't afford

to be soft on him."

 

I looked out at the fires in Harlem, wondering how many sleeping mortals were in

danger right now because of Luke's bad choices.

 

"You're right," I said.

 

Thalia patted my shoulder. "I'm going to check on the Hunters, then get some

more sleep before nightfall. You should crash too."

 

"The last thing I need is more dreams."

 

"I know, believe me." Her dark expression made me wonder what she'd been

dreaming about. It was a common demigod problem: the more dangerous our

situation became, the worse and more frequent our dreams got. "But Percy,

there's no telling when you'll get another chance for rest. It's going to be a

long night — maybe our last night."

 

I didn't like it, but I knew she was right. I nodded wearily and gave her

Pandora's jar. "Do me a favor.

 

Lock this in the hotel vault, will you? I think I'm allergic to pithos . "

 

Thalia smiled. "You got it."