Chapter 751 The Cathedral
- Casper seemed to read her mind. The garments he laid out were loose-cut field jackets and trousers—garments that nodded to the military without shouting rank.
- Annabeth gathered her hair into a low tail, stray wisps brushing her ears.
- The clear-cut planes of her face held sunlight and rebellion in equal measure, making her look like a young lieutenant on shore leave.