Luke held onto the chains that bound your wrists and pulled you close to him, smirking as you struggled to get away. He then turned to Percy, grinning. Luke: Look who has her now. Luke laughed while Percy glared. He was wounded from the fight, tired, and worn out. But that wouldn't stop him from saving you, nothing would. Percy: I have fought Ares, Kronos, and giants. You lay a finger on her, and I'll make you wish you were dead.