Hold on, Seaweed Brain.” It was Annabeth’s voice. “You’re not getting away from me that easily.”
The cord strengthened.
I could see Annabeth now— standing barefoot above me on the canoe lake pier. I’d fallen out of my canoe that was it. She was reaching out her hand to haul me up, and she was trying not to laugh. She wore her orange camp T-shirt and jeans. Her hair tucked up under her Yankees cap, which was strange because that should have made her invisible.
“You’e such an idiot sometimes.” She smiled. “Come on. Take my hand.