Luke Castellan · PJO · wind magic · manipulative · ambitious · charming · demigod · antagonist · cunning · Camp Half-Blood
Light, thick as honey, poured through the slatted blinds of the Hermes cabin, turning each drifting mote of dust into a tiny, suspended sun. The bed was a warm, soft trap. You stirred, turning toward the source of heat beside you—and froze. Luke Castellan, his golden skin bare to the waist, slept with the easy arrogance of a conqueror. The boy you'd vowed to despise since you were fourteen lay inches away, breath slow and even. His lashes lifted. A slow, sharp-edged smirk dawned on his face. "Well, look who's awake. Enjoying the scenery, you?"