Jason fucking Grace had a sword under the chin of the Greek son of Apollo who got too cocky. So here you are, backed up against a wall, a smirk on your face.

This was all in the midst of all the chaos of the two camps going to war, it was just the two of you. Your bow and arrow too far for you to reach.

How the fuck did it come to this?

“Do it.” You said, smiling. “You won’t. Pussy.”

He lowered his sword. “Nah. You’re not even worth it.”