Jason tilted his head, listening, then pointed south. “That way. ”
“How can you be sure?” Piper asked.
“There’s a draft blowing south,” Jason said. “Maybe the venti went with the flow. ”
It wasn’t much of a lead, but nobody offered anything better.
Unfortunately, as soon as they started walking, Piper stumbled. Jason had to catch her.
“Stupid ankle,” she cursed.
“Let’s rest,” Jason decided. “We could all use it. We’ve been going nonstop for over a day. Leo, can you pull any food from that tool belt besides breath mints?”
“Thought you’d never ask. Chef Leo is on it!”
Piper and Jason sat on a brick ledge while Leo shuffled through his pack.
Jason was glad to rest. He was still tired and dizzy, and hungry, too. But mostly, he wasn’t eager to face whatever lay ahead. He turned his gold coin in his fingers.
If you are to die, Hera had warned, it will be by her hand.
Whoever “her” was. After Khione, the Cyclops mother, and the weird sleeping lady, the last thing Jason needed was another psycho villainess in his life.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Piper said.
He looked at her blankly. “What?”
“Getting jumped by the Cyclopes,” she said. “It wasn’t your fault. ”
He looked down at the coin in his palm. “I was stupid. I left you alone and walked into a trap. I should’ve known…”
He didn’t finish. There were too many things he should have known—who he was, how to fight monsters, how Cyclopes lured their victims by mimicking voices and hiding in shadows and a hundred other tricks. All that information was supposed to be in his head. He could feel the places it should be—like empty pockets. If Hera wanted him to succeed, why had she stolen the memories that could help him? She claimed his amnesia had kept him alive, but that made no sense. He was starting to understand why Annabeth had wanted to leave the goddess in her cage.
“Hey. ” Piper nudged his arm. “Cut yourself some slack. Just because you’re the son of Zeus d
oesn’t mean you’re a one-man army. ”
A few feet away, Leo lit a small cooking fire. He hummed as he pulled supplies out of his pack and his tool belt.
In the firelight, Piper’s eyes seemed to dance. Jason had been studying them for days now, and he still couldn’t decide what color they were.
“I know this must suck for you,” he said. “Not just the quest, I mean. The way I appeared on the bus, the Mist messing with your mind, and making you think I was …you know. ”
She dropped her gaze. “Yeah, well. None of us asked for this. It’s not your fault. ”
She tugged at the little braids on each side of her head. Again, Jason thought how glad he was that she’d lost the Aphrodite blessing. With the makeup and the dress and the perfect hair, she’d looked about twenty-five, glamorous, and completely out of his league. He’d never thought of beauty as a form of power, but that’s the way Piper had seemed—powerful.
He liked regular Piper better—someone he could hang out with. But the weird thing was, he couldn’t quite get that other image out of his head. It hadn’t been an illusion. That side of Piper was there too. She just did her best to hide it.
“Back in the factory,” Jason said, “you were you going to say something about your dad. ”
She traced her finger over the bricks, almost like she was writing out a scream she didn’t want to vocalize. “Was I?”
“Piper,” he said, “he’s in some kind of trouble, isn’t it?”
Over at the fire, Leo stirred some sizzling bell peppers and meat in a pan. “Yeah, baby! Almost there. ”
Piper looked on the verge of tears. “Jason … I can’t talk about it. ”
“We’re your friends. Let us help. ”
That seemed to make her feel worse. She took a shaky breath. “I wish I could, but—”
“And bingo!” Leo announced.
He came over with three plates stacked on his arms like a waiter. Jason had no idea where he’d gotten all the food, or how he’d put it together so fast, but it looked amazing: pepper and beef tacos with chips and salsa.
“Leo,” Piper said in amazement. “How did you—?”
“Chef Leo’s Taco Garage is fixing you up!” he said proudly. “And by the way, it’s tofu, not beef, beauty queen, so don’t freak. Just dig in!”
Jason wasn’t sure about tofu, but the tacos tasted as good as they smelled. While they ate, Leo tried to lighten the mood and joke around. Jason was grateful Leo was with them. It made being with Piper a little less intense and uncomfortable. At the same time, he kind of wished he was alone with her; but he chided himself for feeling that way.
After Piper ate, Jason encouraged her to get some sleep. Without another word, she curled up and put her head in his lap. In two seconds she was snoring.
Jason looked up at Leo, who was obviously trying not to laugh.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, drinking lemonade Leo had made from canteen water and powdered mix.
“Good, huh?” Leo grinned.
“You should start a stand,” Jason said. “Make some serious coin. ”