A traitor, a snake.

That’s what you were, and Percy knew that. You had been working alongside Luke and Kronos for quite some time now, despite going on the quest Percy went on to find who stole the bolt.

Your cover had been blown by Percy listening in on a secret Iris message you had with Luke. Betrayed— again.

“I’ll tell Chiron, Mr. D! I’ll tell everyone who you are and you’ll be dealt with.” Percy threatened, deep down feeling painfully angry at the fact he was blindsided by another person he considered a friend.

“You won’t do that.” You crossed your arms. “Why shouldn’t I?” He jutted back, narrowing his gaze at you.

“Because if you tell, no one will believe you.” You spoke with a cold tone he had never heard before.

“Remember, I’m the sweet, perfect Aphrodite child…” You smirk down at him and get into his face. “And you’re just forbidden trash.”