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chapter xxiii. ( the sea of monsters ) ❝ run boy, run ❞
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"NO."
"You don't even know what I was going to say!"
I gave Percy a look from my cabin door. "I know whatever it is, it's a stupid idea."
He went to argue, but faltered. "Yeah—okay, it is, but—hear me out!"
I shook my head. "No, I won't. Because I already know what you're going to say." Reaching behind me, I grabbed my backpack. "And yes. I'm coming."
Percy's brows raised up high.
It was near the end of curfew. After Kronos's—very one-sided—conversation, I woke up, unable to sleep. It was then that I had made a decision. I wasn't going to let Kronos get what he wanted. I wasn't going to let him take Luke away from me. I knew he was still in there—he had to be. The boy who had promised me all those years would never have poisoned Thalia's tree. He was taken over by Kronos's manipulation which I've found with someone like Luke, could be very easy to fall for. I was going to find Luke, make him see sense, get this Fleece and save Thalia and Camp all at the same time before the end of the week.
I had gotten ready and was about to go and find Percy and Annabeth when he had turned up at my doorstep, already ready himself.
"We have five minutes," he told me after a short while, giving a quick look over his shoulder. "Annabeth and Tyson are waiting by the shore. The Harpies nearly found us, but I couldn't leave without you. So come one."
I fell short. "Wait—Tyson is coming with us?"
Percy frowned at me, "Yes—but we can't argue over this now Claire, the Harpies are nearly here and we have to catch Luke's boat."
"Percy," I seethed as I stepped outside of the cabin, by bag over my shoulder.
"We can't leave him!" He whispered to me harshly as we ran. "Tantalus will punish him for us being gone!"
Hiding behind the cabins and trees, we tried to make our way to the beach. "I don't think you get it," I said, checking for Harpies before we turned a corner. "Tyson is a Cyclops! We're going to Polyphemus's island! Polyphemus is a S-i-k ... a C-y-k—oh for gods sake! You know what I mean!"
