The Titan's Curse

breath. “I . . . I think we stayed there for a while. Nico and I. When we were traveling. And then, I can’t remember . . .”
    Suddenly I had a really bad thought. I remembered what Bianca had told me about Nico and her staying in a hotel for a while. I met Grover’s eyes, and I got the feeling he was thinking the same thing.
    “Bianca,” I said. “That hotel you stayed at. Was it possibly called the Lotus Hotel and Casino?”
    Her eyes widened. “How could you know that?”
    “Oh, great,” I said.
    “Wait,” Thalia said. “What is the Lotus Casino?”
    “A couple of years ago,” I said, “Grover, Annabeth, and I got trapped there. It’s designed so you never want to leave. We stayed for about an hour. When we came out, five days had passed. It makes time speed up.”
    “No,” Bianca said. “No, that’s not possible.”
    “You said somebody came and got you out,” I remembered.
    “Yes.”
    “What did he look like? What did he say?”
    “I . . . I don’t remember. Please, I really don’t want to talk about this.”
    Zoë sat forward, her eyebrows knit with concern. “You said that Washington, D.C., had changed when you went back last summer. You didn’t remember the subway being there.”
    “Yes, but—”
    “Bianca,” Zoë said, “can you tell me the name of the president of the United States right now?”
    “Don’t be silly,” Bianca said. She told us the correct name of the president.
    “And who was the president before that?” Zoë asked.
    Bianca thought for a while. “Roosevelt.”
    Zoë swallowed. “Theodore or Franklin?”
    “Franklin,” Bianca said. “F.D.R.”
    “Like FDR Drive?” I asked. Because seriously, that’s about all I knew about F.D.R.
    “Bianca,” Zoë said. “F.D.R. was not the last president. That was about seventy years ago.”
    “That’s impossible,” Bianca said. “I . . . I’m not that old.”
    She stared at her hands as if to make sure they weren’t wrinkled.
    Thalia’s eyes turned sad. I guess she knew what it was like to get pulled out of time for a while. “It’s okay, Bianca. The important thing is you and Nico are safe. You made it out.”
    “But how?” I said. “We were only in there for an hour and we barely escaped. How could you have escaped after being there for so long?”
    “I told you.” Bianca looked about ready to cry. “A man came and said it was time to leave. And—”
    “But who? Why did he do it?”
    Before she could answer, we were hit with a blazing light from down the road. The headlights of a car appeared out of nowhere. I was half hoping it was Apollo, come to give us a ride again, but the engine was way too silent for the sun chariot, and besides, it was nighttime. We grabbed our sleeping bags and got out of the way as a deathly white limousine slid to a stop in front of us.
    * * *
    The back door of the limo opened right next to me. Before I could step away, the point of a sword touched my throat.
    I heard the sound of Zoë and Bianca drawing their bows. As the owner of the sword got out of the car, I moved back very slowly. I had to, because he was pushing the point under my chin.
    He smiled cruelly. “Not so fast now, are you, punk?”
    He was a big man with a crew cut, a black leather biker’s jacket, black jeans, a white muscle shirt, and combat boots. Wraparound shades hid his eyes, but I knew what was behind those glasses—hollow sockets filled with flames.
    “Ares,” I growled.
    The war god glanced at my friends. “At ease, people.”
    He snapped his fingers, and their weapons fell to the ground.
    “This is a friendly meeting.” He dug the point of his blade a little farther under my chin. “Of course I’d like to take your head for a trophy, but someone wants to see you. And I never behead my enemies in front of a lady.”
    “What lady?” Thalia asked.
    Ares looked over at her. “Well, well. I heard you were back.”
    He lowered his sword and pushed me away.
    “Thalia, daughter of Zeus,” Ares mused. “You’re not hanging out with very good company.”
    “What’s your business, Ares?” she said. “Who’s in the car?”
    Ares smiled, enjoying the attention. “Oh, I doubt she wants to meet the rest of you. Particularly not them .” He jutted his chin toward Zoë and Bianca. “Why don’t you all go get some tacos while you wait? Only take Percy a few minutes.”
    “We will not leave him alone with thee, Lord Ares,” Zoë said.
    “Besides,” Grover managed, “the