“You're cute when you're worried. Your eyebrows get all scrunched together." "You are not going to die while I owe you a favor. Why did you take that knife?" "You would've done the same for me." "... (It was true. I guess we both knew it. Still, I felt like somebody was poking my heart with a cold metal rod.) How did you know?" "Know what?" "My Achilles spot. If you hadn't taken that knife, I would've died." "I don't know, Percy. I just had this feeling you were in danger. Where. . . where is the spot?" "The small of my back." "Where? here? She put her hand on my spine, and my skin tingled. I moved her fingers to the one spot that grounded me to my mortal life. A thousand volts of electricity seemed to arc through my body. "You saved me. Thanks." She removed her hand, but I kept holding it.”
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