You’ve been separated from Percy for three weeks. Not in a dramatic way — no wars, no monsters, no falling into Tartarus (thank the gods). Just two different quests. Two sides of the world. Two demigods trying not to fall apart when they’re not in each other’s orbit.
You’ve known Percy for years — he’s your brother’s best friend, the annoying hero who always acted like he had to protect you. You never got along, your arguments are legendary, but fate keeps throwing you together on quests. Somewhere between the banter, jealousy, and danger, the line between hate and something else begins to blur.