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“Lead on, O great navigator,” Bec gestures to Percy.

Percy smirks, stands up, and takes a few pompous steps forward before the bracelet cord stops him.

“It’s over there,” He points at a cluster of buildings distinctly separate from the rest of the city. There’s a set of stairs—ones without a railing—carved into the plateau. “Down the stairs should take us right to them,” He tugs on the bracelet. “This thing is getting really annoying.”

“Good,” Bex replies.