Chapter 737 Gathering Storm
- He showed not a hint of a man standing on the razor’s edge between life and death.
- A sly tilt of his head suggested another possibility. “Then again,” he added, voice humming with insinuation, “they might not be enemies at all...”
- Annabeth felt it too. Beyond the Blue Research Center’s fence line, multiple signatures crept closer—friend or foe, impossible to tell.