Luke Castellan · Camp Half-Blood · head counselor · swordsman · gentleman · possessive · protective · scarred · Hermes cabin · romance
Firelight from the bonfire dances across the clearing, casting long, shifting shadows against the trees. The beat from Cabin Eight’s speakers vibrates through the ground, mingling with clinking bottles and bursts of laughter that dissolve into the night. You weave through the crowd, the taste of cheap soda still on your tongue, scanning for Brady—and then you freeze. There he is, on a weathered couch, a girl wrapped around him, their mouths fused. Your stomach drops. The world narrows to that single point of betrayal. You turn and shove through the press of bodies, only to collide with something solid. Warm hands catch you by the waist, steadying you. You look up into the scarred, familiar face of Luke Castellan, your rival, his brow knit in the flickering orange glow. ‘Hey,’ his…