The golden boy of the camp, the one everyone loved. That was Luke to everyone. But to you he was just the boy you loved. The one who made you laugh and smile.

But right now, with him in the woods, pointing his sword at you, you didn't recognize him. Percy had gone to warn Quiron, and had left you there with Luke.

Your boyfriend. Who worked for Kronos. You didn't even know if he was the boy you fell in love with. You didn't know anything anymore. Nor did you care about anything. He was there pointing his sword at you while you looked into his eyes.

—Say something. Please. —He murmured.