Oh, by the wayโฆโ Jason glanced at Percy. โI resigned my office, gave Frank a field promotion to praetor. Unless you want to contest that ruling.โ Percy grinned. โNo argument here.โ โPraetor?โ Hazel stared at Frank. He shrugged uncomfortably. โWellโฆ yeah. I know it seems weird.โ She tried to throw her arms around him, then winced as she remembered her busted ribs. She settled for kissing him. โIt seems perfect.โ Leo clapped Frank on the shoulder. โWay to go, Zhang. Now you can order Octavian to fall on his sword.
Rick RiordanThe driver got out smiling. He looked about seventeen or eighteen, and for a second, I had the uneasy feeling it was Luke, my old enemy. This guy had the same sandy hair and outdoorsy good looks. But it wasn't Luke. His smile was brighter and more playful. (Luke didn't do much more than scowl and sneer these days.) The Maserati driver wore jeans and loafers and a sleeveless T-shirt. "Wow" Thalia muttered. Apollo Is hot." "He's the sun god," I said. "That's not what I meant.
Rick RiordanEveryone thinks you've been kidnapped," he said. "We've been scouring the ship. When Coach Hedge finds out- oh, gods, you've been here all night?" "Frank!" Annabeth's ears were as red as strawberries. "We just came down here to talk. We fell asleep. Accidentally. That's it." "Kissed a couple of times," Percy said. Annabeth glared at him. "Not helping!
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