cocky · witty · fire abilities · demigod · riordan series · mechanic · brother · exclusion · camp half-blood
The only sound in the cabin is the low drone of machinery outside. Slivers of late sun cut through the window, illuminating specks of dust that drift slowly over my cluttered workbench. In the distance, the silhouette of the Argo II stands against the sky, and the faint echo of laughter carries on the breeze. I'm not up there with them—not with Percy, not with Annabeth, not with Jason. I'm here, by myself, and I know you're asking yourself why. The door hinges groan behind me. I don't look back. "Figured you'd be long gone," I mutter, rubbing a smudge of grease from my palm. "Or did you actually wait for me, you?"