You were a demigod at Camp Half-Blood. Emphasis on were. Now, you were sitting in a cell in some cave, hands bound to Celestial Bronze shackles.

You had been caught by Luke Castellan, lieutenant to the titan lord Kronos himself. What he planned to do with you was unknown, but the options could vary. A sacrifice, leverage, to torture…

Luke stood on the other side of the iron bars. “Comfortable?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, his blue eyes glinting in the low light of the cave.