When Piper came out, she felt almost normal again. The other campers were standing at their bunks while Drew came around and inspected. Piper turned to Mitchell and Lacy and mouthed, Thank you. Mitchell nodded grimly. Lacy flashed a full-braces smile. Piper doubted Drew had ever thanked them for anything. She also noticed that the King of Sparta poster had been wadded up and thrown in the trash. Drew‘s orders, no doubt. Even though Piper had wanted to take the poster down herself, now she was totally steamed. When Drew spotted her, she clapped in mock applause. ―Very nice! Our little quest girl all dressed in Dumpster clothes again. Now, off you go! No need to eat breakfast with us. Good luck with … whatever. Bye!‖ Piper shouldered her bag. She could feel everyone else‘s eyes on her as she walked to the door. She could just leave and forget about it. That would‘ve been the easy thing. What did she care about this cabin, these shallow kids? Except that some of them had tried to help her. Some of them had even stood up to Drew for her. She turned at the door. ―You know, you all don‘t have to follow Drew‘s orders.‖ The other kids shifted. Several glanced at Drew, but she looked too stunned to respond. ―Umm,‖ one managed, ―she‘s our head counselor.‖ ―She‘s a tyrant,‖ Piper corrected. ―You can think for yourselves. There‘s got to be more to Aphrodite than this.‖ ―More than this,‖ one kid echoed. ―Think for ourselves,‖ a second muttered. ―People!‖ Drew screeched. ―Don‘t be stupid! She‘s charm-speaking you.‖ ―No,‖ Piper said. ―I‘m just telling the truth.‖ At least, Piper thought that was the case. She didn‘t understand exactly how this charmspeaking business worked, but she didn‘t feel like she was putting any special power into her words. She didn‘t want to win an argument by tricking people. That would make her no better than Drew. Piper simply meant what she said. Besides, even if she tried charmspeaking, she had a feeling it wouldn‘t work very well on another charmspeaker like Drew. Drew sneered at her. ―You may have a little power, Miss Movie Star. But you don‘t know the first thing about Aphrodite. You have such great ideas? What do you think this cabin is about, then? Tell them. Then maybe I‘ll tell them a few things about you, huh?‖ Piper wanted to make a withering retort, but her anger turned to panic. She was a spy for the enemy, just like Silena Beauregard. An Aphrodite traitor. Did Drew know about that, or was she bluffing? Under Drew‘s glare, her confidence began to crumble. ―Not this,‖ Piper managed. ―Aphrodite is not about this.‖ Then she turned and stormed out before the others could see her blushing. Behind her, Drew started laughing. ―Not this? Hear that, people? She doesn‘t have a clue!‖ Piper promised herself she would never ever go back to that cabin. She blinked away her tears and stormed across the green, not sure where she was going—until she saw the dragon swooping down from the sky.
“LEO?” SHE YELLED. Sure enough, there he was, sitting atop a giant bronze death machine and grinning like a lunatic. Even before he landed, the camp alarm went up. A conch horn blew. All the satyrs started screaming, ―Don‘t kill me!‖ Half the camp ran outside in a mixture of pajamas and armor. The dragon set down right in the middle of the green, and Leo yelled, ―It‘s cool! Don‘t shoot!‖ Hesitantly, the archers lowered their bows. The warriors backed away, keeping their spears and swords ready. They made a loose wide ring around the metal monster. Other demigods hid behind their cabin doors or peeped out the windows. Nobody seemed anxious to get close. Piper couldn‘t blame them. The dragon was huge. It glistened in the morning sun like a living penny sculpture —different shades of copper and bronze—a sixty-foot-long serpent with steel talons and drill-bit teeth and glowing ruby eyes. It had bat-shaped wings twice its length that unfurled like metallic sails, making a sound like coins cascading out of a slot machine every time they flapped. ―It‘s beautiful,‖ Piper muttered. The other demigods stared at her like she was insane. The dragon reared its head and shot a column of fire into the sky. Campers scrambled away and hefted their weapons, but Leo slid calmly off the dragon‘s back. He held up his hands like he was surrendering, except he still had that crazy grin on his face. ―People of Earth, I come in peace!‖ he shouted. He looked like he‘d been rolling around in the campfire. His army coat and his face were smeared with soot. His hands were grease-stained, and he wore a new tool