The Heroes of Olympus. Book 3. The Mark of Athena

Yeah.” Percy smiled. “We’ve got a dam hole.”
“What?” Piper asked.
“Nothing,” he said. “Inside joke

Who is Festus?”
“My friend,” Leo said. “His name isn’t Sammy either, in case you’re wondering. Come on. I’ll introduce you.”

At that moment, Annabeth forgave her ridiculous boyfriend for everything he’d ever done wrong. She wanted to throw her arms around him, but she commanded herself to stay cool.

Leo never thought he’d feel this way, but he was worried about that scary blond girl.

Wow…when he started having thoughts like that, he knew he’d been spending too much time with Annabeth.

“That was brilliant!” Annabeth kissed him, which made him feel a little better.

Why didn’t they get to break the rules?

Next came Percy, who was infuriating but sweet, yet he had seemed to be falling for another girl named Rachel, and then he almost died, several times. Finally Annabeth had gotten Percy to herself, only to have him vanish for six months and lose his memory.

“And this is Annabeth,” Jason said. “Uh, normally she doesn’t judo-flip people.”

Percy smiled at her—that sarcastic, troublemaker smile that had annoyed her for years but eventually had become endearing. His sea-green eyes were as gorgeous as she remembered. His dark hair was swept to one side, like he’d just come from a walk on the beach. He looked even better than he had six months ago—tanner and taller, leaner and more muscular.