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ELECTRIC LOVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
[ N A T A L I A ]

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ANOTHER WAY NATALIA didn't want to wake up: cold and shivering.

She squeezed her eyes shut. "That fucker turned me to gold."

"You're okay now." Jason leaned over and tucked a warm blanket around her, doing the same with Piper.

She wrapped the blanket around her closer, but she was still shivering. Natalia sighed. Usually, she was good with the cold because of the survival instincts her mother had given her. However, she was colder than she had ever been.

Next to her, a campfire blazed, turning the air sharp with smoke. Firelight flickered against rock walls. They were in a shallow cave, but it didn't offer much protection. Outside, the wind howled. Snow blew sideways. It might've been day or night. The storm made it too dark to tell.

"L-L-Leo?" Piper managed.

"Present and un-gold-ified." Leo was also wrapped in blankets. He didn't look great, but probably better than Natalia or Piper felt. "I got the precious metal treatment too," he said. "But I came out of it faster. Dunno why. We had to dunk you and Nat in the river to get you faster. Dunno why. Tried to dry you both off, but . . . it's really, really cold."

"You've got hypothermia," Jason said. "We risked as much nectar as we could. Coach Hedge did a little nature magic—"

"Sports medicine." The coach's ugly face loomed over her and Piper. "Kind of a hobby of mine. Your breath might smell like wild mushrooms and Gatorade for a few days, but it'll pass. You probably won't die. Probably."

"Oh, that's reassuring," Natalia said, and then looked to Jason. "How'd you defeat Midas?"

Jason told her the story, putting most of it down to luck. The coach snorted.

"Kid's being modest. You should've seen him. Hi-yah! Slice! Boom with the lightning!"

"Coach, you didn't even see it," Jason said. "You were outside eating the lawn."

But the Satyr was just warming up. "Then I came in with my club, and we dominated that room. Afterward, I told him, Kid, I'm proud of you! If you could just work on your upper body strength—"

"Coach," said Jason.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up, please."

"Sure." The coach sat down at the fire and started chewing his cudgel.

Jason put his hand on Piper's forehead and checked her temperature. He then moved over to Natalia, who immediately felt better when his warm hand hit her cold skin. "Leo, can you stoke the fire?"

"On it." Leo summoned a baseball-sized clump of flames and lobbed it into the campfire.

"Do we look that bad?" Piper shivered.

"Nah," Jason said.

Natalia scoffed. "Liar."

"Where are we?"

"Pikes Peak," Jason said. "Colorado."

"But that's, what — five hundred miles from Omaha?" Piper asked.

"Something like that," Jason agreed. "I harnessed the storm spirits to bring us this far. They didn't like it — went a little faster than I wanted, almost crashed us into the mountainside before I could get them back in the bag. I'm not going to be trying that again."

"Why are we here?"

Leo sniffed. "That's what I asked him."

Jason gazed into the storm as if watching for something. "That glittery wind trail we saw yesterday? It was still in the sky, though it had faded a lot. I followed it until I couldn't see it anymore. Then — honestly I'm not sure. I just felt like this was the right place to stop."

"'Course it is." Coach Hedge spit out some cudgel splinters. "Aeolus' floating palace should be anchored above us, right at the peak. This is one of his favorite spots to dock."

"Maybe that was it." Jason knit his eyebrows. "I don't know. Something else, too . . ."

"The Hunters," Natalia said. "They've been heading west to search for Percy. Maybe they're around here."

Jason rubbed his forearm as if the tattoos were bothering him. "I don't see how anyone could survive on the mountain right now. The storm's pretty bad. It's already the evening before the solstice, but we didn't have much choice except to wait out the storm here. We had to give you some time to rest before we tried moving."

"I don't know, Jason," Natalia said, raising an eyebrow at him. "You really shouldn't underestimate the Hunters."

She tried to convince him, but her voice sounded shaky. Something about the howling outside made her . . . nervous. She was usually good with wolves, but this was different.

"We have to get you warm." Jason sat next to Natalia and held out his arms a little awkwardly. "Uh, you mind if I . . ."

She tried not to let her face turn a bright red. "Oh, yeah . . . sure."

He put his arms around her and held her. They scooted closer to the fire. Natalia couldn't help but feel safe in his arms, and tried to ignore the thumping in her heart. Neither of them noticed Piper staring at them with a wistful look on her face, one that wasn't filled with jealousy anymore. Coach Hedge chewed on his club and spit splinters into the fire.

Leo broke out some cooking supplies and started frying burger patties on an iron skillet. "So, guys, long as you're cuddled up for story time . . . something I've been meaning to tell you. On the way to Omaha, I had this dream. Kinda hard to understand with the static and the Wheel of Fortune breaking in—"

"Wheel of Fortune?" Piper asked incredulously, and then he looked at her with a serious expression.

"The thing is," he said, "my dad Hephaestus talked to me."

Leo told them about his dream. In the firelight, with the wind howling, the story was even creepier. Natalia felt her heart ache: other Demigods got very little contact from their Godly parent, but Natalia never got any, except from the one time when her mother stopped Khione and Natalia saved her from Atlas. Instead of dwelling on her bad thoughts, she tried to concentrate on the good: Jason's arms around her, slowly giving her body some warmth.

Piper shook her head. "I don't understand. If Demigods and Gods have to work together to kill the Giants, why would the Gods stay silent? If they need us—"

"Ha," said Coach Hedge. "The Gods hate needing humans. They like to be needed by humans, but not the other way around. Things will have to get a whole lot worse before Zeus admits he made a mistake closing Olympus."

"Coach," Piper said, "that was almost an intelligent comment."

Hedge huffed. "What? I'm intelligent! I'm not surprised you cupcakes haven't heard of the Giant War."

"I know about the Giant War," Natalia said, a little offended.

He ignored her. "The Gods don't like to talk about it. Bad PR to admit you needed mortals to help beat an enemy. That's just embarrassing."

"There's more, though," Jason said. "When I dreamed about Hera in her cage, she said Zeus was acting unusually paranoid. And Hera — she said she went to those ruins because a voice had been speaking in her head. What if someone's influencing the Gods, like Medea influenced us?"

Natalia took a deep sigh. Someone was sabotaging them, she could feel it. But who? Maybe it was the sleeping woman who kept haunting each of them . . .

Leo set hamburger buns on the skillet to toast. "Yeah, Hephaestus said something similar, like Zeus was acting weirder than usual. But what bothered me was the stuff my dad didn't say. Like a couple of times he was talking about the Demigods, and how he had so many kids and all. I don't know. He acted like getting the greatest Demigods together was going to be almost impossible — like Hera was trying, but it was a really stupid thing to do, and there was some secret Hephaestus wasn't supposed to tell me."

Jason shifted. Natalia could feel the tension in his arms.

"Chiron was the same way back at Camp," he said, and Natalia's heart burned when she heard his name. She missed him. "He mentioned a sacred oath not to discuss — something. Coach, you know anything about that?"

"Nah. I'm just a Satyr. They don't tell us the juicy stuff. Especially an old—" He stopped himself.

"An old guy like you?" Piper asked. "But you're not that old, are you?"

"Hundred and six," the coach muttered.

Leo coughed. "Say what?"

"Don't catch your panties on fire, Valdez. That's just fifty-three in human years. Still, yeah, I made some enemies on the Council of Cloven Elders. I've been a protector a long time. But they started saying I was getting unpredictable. Too violent. Can you imagine?"

"Wow." Piper tried not to look at her friends. "That's hard to believe."

Coach scowled. "Yeah, then finally we get a good war going with the Titans, and do they put me on the front lines? No! They send me as far away as possible — the Canadian frontier, can you believe it? Then after the war, they put me out to pasture. The Wilderness School. Bah! Like I'm too old to be helpful just because I like playing offense. All those flower-pickers on the Council — talking about nature."

"I thought Satyrs liked nature," Piper ventured.

"Shoot, I love nature," Hedge said. "Nature means big things killing and eating little things! And when you're a — you know — vertically challenged Satyr like me, you get in good shape, you carry a big stick, and you don't take nothing from no one! That's nature." Hedge snorted indignantly. "Flower-pickers. Anyway, I hope you got something vegetarian cooking, Valdez. I don't do flesh."

"Yeah, Coach. Don't eat your cudgel. I got some tofu patties here. Piper's a vegetarian too. I'll throw them on in a second."

Natalia let her thoughts wander to their enemy they were facing. She didn't want it to be true.

Gaea.

When people thought of her, they thought of birds chirping and flowers. In reality, she was a bloodthirsty monster who couldn't be killed.

Natalia also thought of the one line from the Prophecy that was really bothering her: "Daughter of the hunt shall bend moonlight, When all goes wrong to make things right." Bend moonlight? She could summon moonlight in her hand, but bending? That's totally a different thing.

She pushed her thoughts aside, leaning against Jason's chest as she gradually got warmer, feeling much better than before. Leo handed out the food, and she began to eat, only stopping when Piper faced all of them.

"We need to talk. I don't want to hide anything from you guys anymore."

Natalia set her burger down, staring at the girl. She had seen and heard what happened at Medea's store with her dad and pieced it together. The poor girl was going through too much, and Natalia wanted nothing more than to help her. So, she kept her mouth shut and let Piper tell the story to the others.

"Three nights before the Grand Canyon trip," she said, "I had a dream vision — a Giant, telling me my father had been taken hostage. He told me I had to cooperate, or my dad would be killed."

The flames crackled.

Finally Jason said, "Enceladus? You mentioned that name before."

Coach Hedge whistled. "Big Giant. Breathes fire. Not somebody I'd want barbecuing my daddy goat."

Jason gave him a shut up look, and Natalia sent him a glare that made his stance waver. "Piper, go on. What happened next?"

"I — I tried to reach my dad, but all I got was his personal assistant, and she told me not to worry."

"Jane?" Leo remembered. "Didn't Medea say something about controlling her?"

Piper nodded. "To get my dad back, I had to sabotage this quest. I didn't realize it would be the four of us. Then after we started the quest, Enceladus sent me another warning: He told me he wanted you three dead. He wants me to lead you to a mountain. I don't know exactly which one, but it's in the Bay Area — I could see the Golden Gate Bridge from the summit. I have to be there by noon on the solstice, tomorrow. An exchange."

Piper couldn't meet their eyes.

Natalia frowned, reaching over and grabbing the girl's hand. "I'm so sorry, Pipes."

Leo nodded. "No kidding. You've been carrying this around for a week? Piper, we could help you."

She glared at them. "Why don't you yell at me or something? I was ordered to kill you!"

"Aw, come on," Jason said. "You've saved us both on this quest. I'd put my life in your hands any day."

"Same," Leo said. "Can I have a hug too?"

"You don't get it!" Piper said. "I've probably just killed my dad, telling you this."

"I doubt it." Coach Hedge belched. He was eating his tofu burger folded inside the paper plate, chewing it all like a taco. "Giant hasn't gotten what he wants yet, so he still needs your dad for leverage. He'll wait until the deadline passes, see if you show up. He wants you to divert the quest to this mountain, right?"

Piper nodded.

"So that means Hera is being kept somewhere else," Hedge reasoned. "And she has to be saved by the same day. So you have to choose — rescue your dad, or rescue Hera. If you go after Hera, then Enceladus takes care of your dad. Besides, Enceladus would never let you go even if you cooperated. You're obviously one of the eight in the Great Prophecy."

Natalia sighed. Being a part of a Prophecy equaled a really big mess, and she really didn't want to be a part of that (especially when she was the daughter of a Goddess who didn't want to have children and then suddenly had one — that was just thrown into the mix).

"So we have no choice," Pipersaid miserably. "We have to save Hera, or the Giant king gets unleashed. That's our quest. The world depends on it. And Enceladus seems to have ways of watching me. He isn't stupid. He'll know if we change course and go the wrong way. He'll kill my dad."

"He's not going to kill your dad," Leo said. "We'll save him."

"We don't have time!" Piper cried. "Besides, it's a trap."

"Piper," Natalia said calmly. "We're your friends, and we are not letting your dad die. We'll figure out a plan to save Hera and your dad, okay?"

Coach Hedge grumbled. "Would help if we knew where this mountain was. Maybe Aeolus can tell you that. The Bay Area has a bad reputation for demigods. Old home of the Titans, Mount Othrys, sits over Mount Tam, where Atlas holds up the sky. I hope that's not the mountain you saw."

Natalia shuddered. She did not want to go back to that mountain.

Piper looked into the distance, trying to remember. "I don't think so. This was inland."

Jason frowned at the fire, like he was trying to remember something. "Bad reputation . . . that doesn't seem right. The Bay Area . . ."

"You think you've been there?" Piper asked.

"I . . ." He looked like he was almost on the edge of a breakthrough. Then the anguish came back into his eyes, making Natalia's heart break. "I don't know. Hedge, what happened to Mount Othrys?"

Hedge took another bite of paper and burger. "Well, Kronos built a new palace there last summer. Big nasty place, was going to be the headquarters for his new kingdom and all. Weren't any battles there, though. Kronos marched on Manhattan, tried to take Olympus. If I remember right, he left some other Titans in charge of his palace, but after Kronos got defeated in Manhattan, the whole palace just crumbled on its own."

"No," Jason said.

Everyone looked at him.

Natalia's eyes narrowed. "No?"

"That's not what happened. I—" He tensed, looking toward the cave entrance. "Did you hear that?"

For a second, nothing. Then Natalia heard it: howls piercing the night.

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HER HAND IMMEDIATELY went to where her silver bracelet would be. However, it wasn't there. Her eyes widened in shock.

"M-My bracelet . . ." she stammered.

"Oh," Jason said, taking it off his wrist and tossing it to her. "I got it before we left Midas' place."

"Thanks," she said, tapping it and holding her bow. "Those are definitely wolves, and they sound really close."

Jason unwrapped his arms from her and summoned his gold sword. Leo and Coach Hedge got to their feet too. Piper got up, but looked extremely dizzy.

"Stay there," Jason told her. "We'll protect you. You too, Nat."

The girl scoffed, standing up, feeling perfectly fine. "Yeah, right."

Just outside the firelight at the entrance of the cave, she saw a pair of red eyes glowing in dark. Natalia swallowed her fear, and willed her quiver to give her silver arrows. She pulled one out and held it by her side.

More wolves edged into the firelight — black beasts bigger than Great Danes, with ice and snow caked on their fur. Their fangs gleamed, and their glowing red eyes looked disturbingly intelligent. The wolf in front was almost as tall as a horse, his mouth stained as if he'd just made a fresh kill.

Natalia raised her bow.

Then Jason stepped forward and said something in Latin. Natalia didn't think a dead language would have much effect on wild animals, but the alpha wolf curled his lip. The fur stood up along his spine. One of his lieutenants tried to advance, but the alpha wolf snapped at his ear. Then all of the wolves backed into the dark.

"Dude, I gotta study Latin." Leo's hammer shook in his hand. "What'd you say, Jason?"

Hedge cursed. "Whatever it was, it wasn't enough. Look."

The wolves were coming back, but the alpha wolf wasn't with them. They didn't attack. They waited — at least a dozen now, in a rough semicircle just outside the firelight, blocking the cave exit.

The coach hefted his club. "Here's the plan. I'll kill them all, and you guys escape."

"Coach, they'll rip you apart," Piper said.

"Nah, I'm good."

Then Natalia saw the silhouette of a man coming through the storm, wading through the wolf pack.

"Stick together," Jason said. "They respect a pack. And Hedge, no crazy stuff. We're not leaving you or anyone else behind."

Natalia's hands shook. Her and Piper were the weak links in their pack right now, considering they both had hypothermia (even though Natalia was feeling better).

The wolves parted, and the man stepped into the firelight. His hair was greasy and ragged, the color of fireplace soot, topped with a crown of what looked like finger bones. His robes were tattered fur — wolf, rabbit, raccoon, deer, and several others Natalia figured out, thanks to her mother's animal knowledge. The furs didn't look cured, and from the smell, they weren't very fresh. His frame was lithe and muscular, like a distance runner's. But the most horrible thing was his face. His thin pale skin was pulled tight over his skull. His teeth were sharpened like fangs. His eyes glowed bright red like his wolves' — and they fixed on Jason with absolute hatred.

"Ecce," he said, "filli Romani."

"Speak English, wolf man!" Hedge bellowed.

The wolf man snarled. "Tell your Faun to mind his tongue, son of Rome. Or he'll be my first snack."

Faun. The Roman name for Satyr. She also recognized the wolf guy, and didn't like it.

"Lycaon," Natalia growled, holding her arrow higher.

The wolf man studied their little group. His nostrils twitched. "So it's true," he mused. "A child of Aphrodite. A son of Hephaestus. A daughter of Artemis. A Faun. And a child of Rome, of Lord Jupiter, no less. All together, without killing each other. How interesting."

"You were told about us?" Jason asked. "By whom?"

The man snarled — perhaps a laugh, perhaps a challenge. "Oh, we've been patrolling for you all across the west, Demigod, hoping we'd be the first to find you. The Giant king will reward me well when he rises. As the child of Artemis said before, I am Lycaon, king of the wolves. And my pack is hungry."

The wolves snarled in the darkness. Out of the corner of her eye, Natalia saw Leo put up his hammer and slip something else from his tool belt — a glass bottle full of clear liquid.

Lycaon glared at Jason's sword. He moved to each side as if looking for an opening, but Jason's blade moved with him.

"Leave," Jason ordered. "There's no food for you here."

"Unless you want tofu burgers," Leo offered.

Lycaon bared his fangs. Apparently he wasn't a tofu fan.

"If I had my way," Lycaon said with regret, "I'd kill you first, son of Jupiter. Your father made me what I am. I was the powerful mortal king of Arcadia, with fifty fine sons, and Zeus slew them all with his lightning bolts."

"Ha," Coach Hedge said. "For good reason!"

Jason glanced over his shoulder. "Coach, you know this clown?"

"I do," Natalia said. "Lycaon invited Zeus to dinner, but wasn't really sure it with him. So, he decided to test his powers by feeding him human flesh. Zeus got mad—"

"And killed my sons!" Lycaon howled. The wolves behind him howled too.

Natalia continued her story, the rims of her eyes turning silver. "After that incident, Zeus turned him into a wolf. That's why werewolves are called lycanthropes. They're named after him, the first werewolf. However, in my opinion, I'd have to say I like Fenrir Greyback better than you, which is saying a lot because I hate that guy."

Leo looked at her incredulously. "Are you seriously making a Harry Potter reference right now?"

"Shut up, Valdez."

"The king of wolves," Coach Hedge said. "An immortal, smelly, vicious mutt."

Lycaon growled. "I will tear you apart, Faun!"

"Oh, you want some goat, buddy? 'Cause I'll give you goat."

"Stop it," Jason said. "Lycaon, you said you wanted to kill me first, but . . . ?"

"Sadly, Child of Rome, you are spoken for. Since this one" — he waggled his claws at Piper — "has failed to kill you, you are to be delivered alive to the Wolf House. One of my compatriots has asked for the honor of killing you herself."

"Who?" Jason said.

The wolf king snickered. "Oh, a great admirer of yours. Apparently, you made quite an impression on her. She will take care of you soon enough, and really I cannot complain. Spilling your blood at the Wolf House should mark my new territory quite well. Lupa will think twice about challenging my pack."

A woman who wanted to kill Jason? Not under Natalia's watch.

Piper struggled to her feet, and Natalia looked at her worryingly.

"You're going to leave now," Piper said, "before we destroy you."

Lycaon's red eyes crinkled with humor. "A brave try, girl. I admire that. Perhaps I'll make your end quick. Only the son of Jupiter is needed alive. The rest of you, I'm afraid, are dinner."

"I think the fuck not," Natalia snarled.

Jason took a step forward. "You're not killing anyone, wolf man. Not without going through me."

Lycaon howled and extended his claws. Jason slashed at him, but his golden sword passed straight through as if the wolf king wasn't there.

Lycaon laughed. "Gold, bronze, steel — none of these are any good against my wolves, son of Jupiter."

"Jason!" Natalia yelled. "Werewolves are only killed with silver!"

"We don't have any silver!" Jason said.

"I do!"

With that, she unleashed her arrow. However, as she continued to shoot, she realized she was running out. By the time there was no more, only five of the wolves had two arrows struck in each of them. Natalia's eyes widened.

The rest of the wolves leaped into the firelight. Hedge charged forward with an elated Woot!

But Leo struck first. He threw his glass bottle and it shattered on the ground, splattering liquid all over the wolves — the unmistakable smell of gasoline. He shot a burst of fire at the puddle, and a wall of flames erupted.

Wolves yelped and retreated. Several caught fire and had to run back into the snow. Even Lycaon looked uneasily at the barrier of flames now separating his wolves from the Demigods.

"Aw, c'mon," Coach Hedge complained. "I can't hit them if they're way over there."

Every time a wolf came closer, Leo shot a new wave of fire from his hands, but each effort seemed to make him a little more tired, and the gasoline was already dying down. "I can't summon any more gas!" Leo warned. Then his face turned red. "Wow, that came out wrong. I mean the burning kind. Gonna take the tool belt a while to recharge. What you got, man?"

"Nothing," Jason said. "Not even a weapon that works."

"Natalia?" Leo asked, glancing over at her.

She gestured to her quiver, which now was full of Celestial Bronze arrows. "Like your tool belt, my quiver needs time to recharge after requests. It always has bronze arrows unless I use too many, but silver arrows? More complicated. I'm all out right now."

"Lightning?" Piper asked.

Jason concentrated, but nothing happened. "I think the snowstorm is interfering, or something."

"Unleash the Venti!" Piper said.

"Then we'll have nothing to give Aeolus," Jason said. "We'll have come all this way for nothing."

Lycaon laughed. "I can smell your fear. A few more minutes of life, heroes. Pray to whatever Gods you wish. Zeus did not grant me mercy, and you will have none from me."

The flames began to sputter out. Jason cursed and dropped his sword. He crouched like he was ready to go hand-to-hand. Leo pulled his hammer out of his pack. Piper raised her dagger. Coach Hedge hefted his club, and he was the only one who looked excited about dying. Natalia raised an arrow, even thought it would be no use.

Then a ripping sound cut through the wind — like a piece of tearing cardboard. A long stick sprouted from the neck of the nearest wolf — the shaft of a silver arrow. The wolf writhed and fell, melting into a puddle of shadow. Natalia's eyes widened, and then she smirked.

They were here.

More arrows. More wolves fell. The pack broke in confusion. An arrow flashed toward Lycaon, but the wolf king caught it in midair. Then he yelled in pain. When he dropped the arrow, it left a charred, smoking gash across his palm. Another arrow caught him in the shoulder, and the wolf king staggered.

"Curse them!" Lycaon yelled. He growled at his pack, and the wolves turned and ran. Lycaon fixed Jason with those glowing red eyes. "This isn't over, boy."

The wolf king disappeared into the night.

Seconds later, Natalia heard more wolves baying, but the sound was different — less threatening, more like hunting dogs on the scent. A smaller white wolf burst into the cave, followed by two more. She smiled at the sight of them.

Hedge said, "Kill it?"

Natalia shook her head. "No."

The wolves tilted their heads and studied the campers with huge golden eyes. Their gaze settled on Natalia, and they ran over to her. She dropped to her knees, petting them on the head.

A heartbeat later, their masters appeared: a troop of hunters in white-and-gray winter camouflage, at least half a dozen. All of them carried bows, with quivers of glowing silver arrows on their backs.

Their faces were covered with parka hoods, like her old jacket, but clearly they were all girls. One, a little taller than the rest, crouched in the firelight and snatched up the arrow that had wounded Lycaon's hand. Natalia felt a smile creep onto her face as she recognized each of them.

"So close." She turned to her companions. "Phoebe, stay with me. Watch the entrance. The rest of you, follow Lycaon. We can't lose him now. I'll catch up with you."

The other hunters mumbled agreement and disappeared, heading after Lycaon's pack.

"Thalia!" Natalia cried, running up to her and throwing her arms around the girl.

Thalia hugged her back tightly. "Nat! What are you doing here?"

"I'm on a quest," she explained, pulling away. "Any sign of Percy?"

"No, sorry," Thalia said with her face full of concern, and then turned to the rest of the group. "We've been following that demon's trail for over a week. Is everyone all right? No one got bit?"

Jason stood frozen, staring at the girl. Natalia then noticed that her voice reminded her of Jason, and her heart warmed.

"You're her," Piper guessed. "You're Thalia."

Thalia tensed. Natalia was afraid she might draw her bow, but instead she pulled down her parka hood. Her hair was spiky black, with a silver tiara across her brow. Her face had a super-healthy glow to it, as if she were a little more than human, and her eyes were brilliant blue. She was the girl from Jason's photograph, and most importantly, one of Natalia's best friends.

"Do I know you?" Thalia asked. "I only know Natalia."

Natalia sighed and then looked at her friend. "Thals, this may be a little shocking — hah, sorry, bad pun — but—"

"Thalia." Jason stepped forward, his voice trembling. "I'm Jason, your brother."

★彡

THALIAAAAAAAA MY GIRLLLLLL HAS ARRIVEDDDDD