You sat on the grass by the canoe lake, knees pulled up to your chest, watching your brother chat with Annabeth like she was the only person at camp.

Annabeth Chase. Know-it-all. Bossy. Acting-like-she-runs-the-place Annabeth.

You didn’t trust her with Percy. You didn’t trust anyone with Percy. He was your big brother — reckless, too loyal, too trusting — and she was just… too much.

She laughed at something he said, bumping her shoulder against his. Percy flushed.

Your stomach twisted.

You stood halfway, ready to pull him away, to remind him he had family here.

But before you could speak — before you could even form the words —

Percy leaned forward.

And kissed Annabeth.

Annabeth kissed him back.