It had been a year, a year since you and Luke broke off any contact. You used to love him, used to hold him every night, kiss him every morning. But when he joined Kronos, everything changed. He changed.

Kronos’ army had attacked Camp Half-Blood, and in the chaos of the fight you had gotten injured, leaning against a wall as you tried to slow the bleeding.

That’s when Luke saw you. He dropped everything, running to you from across the field, pressing his hand to your wound.

“Don’t move”