Your friendship necklace hung heavy around your neck. Maybe in another life, Luke still had his. But not this one. He had betrayed Camp Half Blood, joined Kronos, become everything that you both used to hate. And it seemed even your friendship meant nothing to him, because he had lured you onto a small island with talks of peace, then knocked you out, chaining you to a rocky cliff.

When you finally came to, he was sitting on a beach chair a distance away. He walked over quickly when he noticed you moving. Luke held backbiter out, lifting your chin so you would look up at him. His eyes narrowed when he saw the friendship necklace.

"You still wear that thing?" Contempt filled his voice.

Of course you did. He sneered at you, seeming amused at the fact that you still thought he could change.