“Of course,” Zethes said. “We were his crewmates aboard his ship, the Argo, in the old times, when we were mortal demigods. Then we accepted immortality to serve our father, so I could look this good for all time, and my silly brother could enjoy pizza and hockey. ”
“Hockey!” Cal agreed.
“But Jason—our Jason—he died a mortal death,” Zethes said. “You can’t be him. ”
“I’m not,” Jason agreed.
“So, destroy?” Cal asked. Clearly the conversation was giving his two brain cells a serious workout.
“No,” Zethes said regretfully. “If he is a son of Zeus, he could be the one we’ve been watching for. ”
“Watching for?” Leo asked. “You mean like in a good way: you’ll shower him with fabulous prizes? Or watching for like in a bad way: he’s in trouble?”
A girl’s voice said, “That depends on my father’s will. ”
Leo looked up the staircase. His heart nearly stopped. At the top stood a girl in a white silk dress. Her skin was unnaturally pale, the color of snow, but her hair was a lush mane of black, and her eyes were coffee brown. She focused on Leo with no expression, no smile, no friendliness. But it didn’t matter. Leo was in love. She was the most dazzling girl he’d ever seen.
Then she looked at Jason and Piper, and seemed to understand the situation immediately.
“Father will want to see the one called Jason,” the girl said.
“Then it is him?” Zethes asked excitedly.
“We’ll see,” the girl said. “Zethes, bring our guests. ”
Leo grabbed the handle of his bronze dragon suitcase. He wasn’t sure how he’d lug it up the stairs, but he had to get next to that girl and ask her some important questions—like her e-mail address and phone number.
Before he could take a step, she froze him with a look. Not literally froze, but she might as well have.
“Not you, Leo Valdez,” she said.
In the back of his mind, Leo wondered how she knew his name; but mostly he was just concentrating on how crushed he felt.
“Why not?” He probably sounded like a whiny kindergartner, but he couldn’t help it.
“You cannot be in the presence of my father,” the girl said. “Fire and ice—it would not be wise. ”
“We’re going together,” Jason insisted, putting his hand on Leo’s shoulder, “or not at all. ”
The girl tilted her head, like she wasn’t used to people refusing her orders. “He will not be harmed, Jason Grace, unless you make trouble. Calais, keep Leo Valdez here. Guard him, but do not kill him. ”
Cal pouted. “Just a little?”
“No,” the girl insisted. “And take care of his interesting suitcase, until Father passes judgment. ”
Jason and Piper looked at Leo, their expressions asking him a silent question: How do you want to play this?
Leo felt a surge of gratitude. They were ready to fight for him. They wouldn’t leave him alone with the hockey ox. Part of him wanted to go for it, bust out his new tool belt and see what he could do, maybe even summon a fireball or two and warm this place up. But the Boread guys scared him. And that gorgeous girl scared him more, even if he still wanted her number.
“It’s fine, guys,” he said. “No sense causing trouble if we don’t have to. You go ahead. ”
“Listen to your friend,” the pale girl said. “Leo Valdez will be perfectly safe. I wish I could say the same for you, son of Zeus. Now come, King Boreas is waiting. ”
JASON DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE LEO, but he was starting to think that hanging out with Cal the hockey jock might be the least dangerous option in this place.
As they climbed the icy staircase, Zethes stayed behind them, his blade drawn. The guy might’ve looked like a disco-era reject, but there was nothing funny about his sword. Jason figured one hit from that thing would probably turn him into a Popsicle.
Then there was the ice princess. Every once in a while she’d turn and give Jason a smile, but there was no warmth in her expression. She regarded Jason like he was an especially interesting science specimen—one she couldn’t wait to dissect.
If these were Boreas’s kids, Jason wasn’t sure he wanted to meet Daddy. Annabeth had told him Boreas was the friendliest of the wind gods. Apparently that meant he didn’t kill heroes quite as fast as the others did.
Jason worried that he’d led his friends into a trap. If things went bad, he wasn’t sure he could get them out alive. Without thinking about it, he took Piper’s hand for reassurance.
She raised her eyebrows, but she didn’t let go.
“It’ll be fine,” she promised. “Just a talk, right?”
At the top of the stairs, the ice princess looked back and noticed them holding hands. Her smile faded. Suddenly Jason’s hand in Piper’s turned ice cold—burning cold. He let go, and his fingers were smoking with frost. So were Piper’s.