Nico nodded. "She's heading to Half-Blood Hill. She said she had to get to

camp."

 

TWENTY-TWO

 

I AM DUMPED

 

Nobody steals my pegasus. Not even Rachel. I wasn't sure if I was more angry or

amazed or worried.

 

"What was she thinking?" Annabeth said as we ran for the river. Unfortunately, I

had a pretty good idea, and it filled me with dread.

 

The traffic was horrible. Everybody was out on the streets gawking at the war

zone damage. Police sirens wailed on every block. There was no possibility of

catching a cab, and the pegasi had flown away. I would've settled for some Party

Ponies, but they had disappeared along with most of the root beer in Midtown. So

we ran, pushing through mobs of dazed mortals that clogged the sidewalks.

 

"She'll never get through the defenses," Annabeth said. "Peleus will eat her."

 

I hadn't considered that. The Mist wouldn't fool Rachel like it would most

people. She'd be able to find the camp no problem, but I'd been hoping the

magical boundaries would just keep her out like a force field. It hadn't