Annabeth didnโt want to sleep, but her body betrayed her. Her eyelids turned to lead. โPercy, wake me for second watch. Donโt be a hero.โ He gave her that smirk sheโd come to love. โWho, me?โ He kissed her, his lips parched and feverishly warm. โSleep.
Rick RiordanBut not like this: not with the house just an afterimage, and my mom a spirit, and my dad...recycled." "Carter Kane, Chapter 41
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