“What is it with the St. Delphi brothers and their attraction to halfs?”
“What is God singing in his profound Delphi of gold and shadow?”
“Saint Delphi my ass.”
“America, half-brother of the world!”
“Percy blinked. “So your brother is a winged horse. But you’re also my half brother, which means all the flying horses in the world are my…You know what? Lets’ forget it.”
“It was him—Aiden St. Delphi. I’d never forget his name or face. The first time I’d caught a glimpse of him standing in front of the training arena, a ridiculous crush had sprung alive. I’d been fourteen and he seventeen. The fact he was a pure-blood hadn’t mattered whenever I’d spotted him around campus.”