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the truck, then slid down with her back against the passenger’s door.
    Sadie sat cross-legged, facing her. She rummaged around in her own backpack and brought out a cork-stoppered ceramic vial.
    “Here.” She handed it to Annabeth. “It’s yummy. Drink.”
    Annabeth studied the vial warily. It felt heavy and warm, as if it were full of hot coffee. “Uh . . . this won’t unleash any golden flashes of 
ka-bam
 in my face?”
    Sadie snorted. “It’s just a healing potion, silly. A friend of mine, Jaz, brews the best in the world.”
    Annabeth still hesitated. She’d sampled potions before, brewed by the children of Hecate. Usually they tasted like pond-scum soup, but at least they were made to work on demigods. Whatever was in this vial, it definitely wasn’t.
    “I’m not sure I should try,” she said. “I’m . . . not like you.”
    “
No one
 is like me,” Sadie agreed. “My amazingness is unique. But if you mean you’re not a magician, well, I can
 see
 that. Usually we fight with staff and wand.” She patted the carved white pole and the ivory boomerang lying next to her. “Still, I think my potions should work on you. You wrestled a monster. You survived that train wreck. You 
can’t
 be normal.”
    Annabeth laughed weakly. She found the other girl’s brashness sort of refreshing. “No, I’m definitely not normal. I’m a demigod.”
    “Ah.” Sadie tapped her fingers on her curved wand. “Sorry, that’s a new one on me. A 
demon god
?”
    “Demigod,” Annabeth corrected. “Half god, half mortal.”
    “Oh, right.” Sadie exhaled, clearly relieved. “I’ve hosted Isis in my head quite a few times. Who’s
 your
 special friend?”
    “My – no. I don’t 
host
 anybody. My mother is a Greek goddess, Athena.”
    “Your mother.”
    “Yeah.”
    “A goddess. A 
Greek
 goddess.”
    “Yeah.” Annabeth noticed that her new friend had gone pale. “I guess you don’t have that kind of thing, um, where you come from.”
    “Brooklyn?” Sadie mused. “No. I don’t think so. Or London. Or Los Angeles. I don’t recall meeting Greek 
demigods
 in any of those places. Still, when one has dealt with magical baboons, goddess cats and dwarfs in Speedos, one can’t be surprised very easily.”
    Annabeth wasn’t sure she’d heard right. “Dwarfs in Speedos?”
    “Mmm.” Sadie glanced at the dog monster, still writhing in its golden bonds. “But here’s the rub. A few months ago my mum gave me a warning. She told me to beware of other gods and other types of magic.”
    The vial in Annabeth’s hands seemed to grow warmer. “Other gods. You mentioned Isis. She’s the Egyptian goddess of magic. But … she’s not your mom?”
    “No,” Sadie said. “I mean, yes. Isis is the goddess of Egyptian magic. But she’s not my mum. My mum’s a ghost. Well … she was a magician in the House of Life, like me, but then she died, so—”
    “Just a sec.” Annabeth’s head throbbed so badly she figured nothing could make it worse. She uncorked the potion and drank it down.
    She’d been expecting pond-scum consommé, but it actually tasted like warm apple juice. Instantly, her vision cleared. Her stomach settled.
    “Wow,” she said.
    “Told you,” Sadie smirked. “Jaz is quite the apothecary.”
    “So you were saying … House of Life. Egyptian magic. You’re like the kid my boyfriend met.”
    Sadie’s smile eroded. “Your boyfriend … met someone like me? Another magician?”
    A few feet away, the dog creature snarled and struggled. Sadie didn’t appear concerned, but Annabeth was worried about how dimly the magic rope was glowing now.
    “This was a few weeks ago,” Annabeth said. “Percy told me a crazy story about meeting a boy out near Moriches Bay. Apparently this kid used hieroglyphs to cast spells. He helped Percy battle a big crocodile monster.”
    “The Son of Sobek!” Sadie blurted. “But my 
brother
 battled that