The next morning, Sam woke up, jumped up, and shrieked “Evil twin!” all at the same time. Her heart drumming, she laserfocused downward. From the looks of the pale legs tangled in the sheets, it appeared that she was in her bed again, but her eyes flew over to see if there was a second Sam haunting the space beneath the windowsill.
“Aslan,” said Lucy “you’re bigger”.
“That is because you are older, little one” answered he.
“Not because you are?”
“I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger.”
“Nico,” I said at last, “shouldn’t you be sitting at the Hades table?”
He shrugged. “Technically, yes. But if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen. Cracks open in the floor. Zombies crawl out and start roaming around. It’s a mood disorder. I can’t control it. That’s what I told Chiron. ”
“And is it true?” I asked.
Nico smiled thinly. “I have a note from my doctor.”
Will raised his hand. “I’m his doctor.”
