Theo, son of.... well he hasn't got a clue.
Theo may have never have know who was until one day a scrawny 12 year old by the name of Percy Jackson showed up on the borders of the only home half dead after killing the famous Minotaur.
That day cha...
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Chapter 28
It's Too Late, My Dear
Percy POV
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Luke's bear-man thugs appeared on either side of us. One grabbed Annabeth and Grover by their T-shirt collars. The other tried to grab Tyson, but Tyson knocked him into a pile of luggage and roared at Luke.
"Percy," Luke said calmly, "tell your giant to back down, or I'll have Oreius bash your friends' heads together." Oreius grinned and raised Annabeth and Grover off the ground, kicking and screaming.
Scuffling behind me and the various amount of swear words that followed told me that Theo had also been dealt with. Leaving me with no other option but to deal with Luke myself.
"What do you want, Luke?" I growled. He smiled, the scar rippling on the side of his face. He gestured toward the end of the dock, and I noticed what should've been obvious. The biggest boat in port was the Princess Andromeda.
"Why, Percy," Luke said, "I want to extend my hospitality, of course."
The bear twins herded us aboard the Princess Andromeda. They threw us down on the aft deck in front of a swimming pool with sparkling fountains that sprayed into the air. A dozen of Luke's assorted goons—snake people, Laistrygonians, demigods in battle armour—had gathered to watch us get some "hospitality."
"And so, the Fleece," Luke mused. "Where is it?"
He looked us over, prodding my shirt with the tip of his sword, poking Grover's jeans.
"Hey!" Grover yelled. "That's real goat fur under there!"
"Sorry, old friend." Luke smiled. "Just give me the Fleece, and I'll leave you to return to your, ah, little nature quest."
"Blaa-ha-ha!" Grover protested. "Some old friend!"
"Maybe you didn't hear me." Luke's voice was dangerously calm. "Where—is—the—Fleece?"
"Not here, dipshit," Theo said. "We sent it on ahead of us. You lost."
