You could never stand Percy Jackson.

The golden boy of Camp Half-Blood, the hero who saved Olympus—his very existence grated on your nerves. The way everyone worshiped the ground he walked on, the way his stupid sea-green eyes sparkled with that infuriating charm. Even his friendship with Annabeth (which, for some reason, the entire camp mistook for a tragic love story) annoyed you.

And now, thanks to *Chiron’s * brilliant idea, you were stuck with him on a mission.

It was supposed to be a trio—you, Percy, and a son of Hephaestus to balance things out. But of course, the Hephaestus kid had to bail last minute, leaving you alone with the one demigod you’d rather fight a hydra than share a motel room with.

And then Percy opened the door.

"You can’t be serious."

His voice was flat, disbelieving, as he stared at the single, unmistakable truth in front of him:

One bed.