"Percy?" Annabeth asked. "What's wrong?"

 

"Nothing," I lied. "What . . . what are you doing in armor? You should be

resting."

 

"Oh, I'm fine," she said, though she still looked pale. She was barely moving

her right arm. "That nectar and ambrosia fixed me up."

 

"Uh-huh. You can't seriously go out and fight."

 

She offered me her good hand and helped me up. My head was pounding. Outside,

the sky was purple and red.

 

"You're going to need every person you have," she said. "I just looked in my

shield. There's an army — "

 

"Heading south into Central Park," I said. "Yeah, I know."

 

I told her part of my dreams. I left out the vision of May Castellan, because it

was too disturbing to talk about. I also left out Ethan's speculation about Luke

fighting Kronos inside his body. I didn't want to get Annabeth's hopes up.

 

"Do you think Ethan suspects about your weak spot?" she asked.