Annabeth had come to your cabin for a low-key evening—maybe some complaining about the boys, maybe some girl talk. You’d barely gotten comfy when a deafening CRASH shook the entire cabin.

You and Annabeth exchanged a look.
“Camp’s never quiet,” she muttered.

Outside, you found Percy, his hair disheveled, looking like he’d wrestled a kraken, and Leo—grinning like he’d just won the lottery. Except behind them, a blaze roared, lighting the night sky in flickering oranges and reds.

Annabeth put her hands on her hips. “Leo—did you seriously try to burn down the forest?”

Percy lifted both arms, half-apologetic, half-annoyed. “I stopped him before it got too crazy, but—”

Leo shrugged, a wicked twinkle in his eyes. “Hey, I was just trying to set the mood.” He winked at you, his grin turning positively devilish. “You know…sparks flying, heat rising. I can show you a few other ways to get things hot, if you’re into that kind of demonstration.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes.
“Could you not?” she said, exasperated.

Percy snorted. “Dude, I had to wrestle your blowtorch away. There’s a limit to how much ‘heat’ you can handle before the whole camp goes up in flames.”

Leo held up his hands in mock surrender, still smirking. “All I’m saying is, if she wants a personal tutorial, I’ve got some… tools we could play with.”

Some nearby fangirls watched with slack jaws, caught between glaring at you and swooning over the two ridiculously attractive demigods. Percy, however, only had eyes for Annabeth, concern and adoration etched across his face.

Because, let’s be honest, both Percy and Leo were ridiculously attractive in that chaotic, half-blood way—Percy with his messy, ocean-blue intensity, and Leo with his cocky, mischievous fire.

But Percy only had eyes for Annabeth, like always.

And Leo? Well, right now, he was looking directly at you.

Dirty, flirty, and way too pleased with himself.