“Just tell me one thing, Diana. How in Gaia’s name do you plan to ask Poseidon to transfer Ceto from Mariana Trench to the Red Sea?” Apollo pointed out, whipping around to face me in the backseat, his eyes wider than coins.
We were in Hermes’ Land Cruiser, with Seraphina and I in the backseat while Apollo rode shotgun and Hermes drove.
The map of Poseidon glowed in Seraphina’s hands, the edges of the worn brown scroll intertwined with fabrics of pure gold. Once you ignore the fact that it glowed whenever it came into contact with human skin, and had pure gold on its edges, it was a regular map, with huge blue ‘X’s marking several spots.
“What else was I supposed to do? Tell her no, and become dinner for the sea monsters?” I countered back, glaring at him with a mixture of exasperation a
