And, Annabeth continued, it reminds me how long weve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that? No, he admitted. So¦you knew you liked me from that moment? She smirked. I hated you at first. You annoyed… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.” Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth.… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
