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FORTY EIGHT

RYDER

The day just nosedives from bad to downright miserable.

Heads whip around. Crew members scatter—two get shoved aside like props in the way—before Thomas is right up in my space, fists knotted in my shirt while Annabeth’s voice cracks in a scream.

“Thomas, let him go!”

“I’m gonna kill you,”...