Percy's POV

I tried not to think that the girl I just saved was my ex-girlfriend who left me when I was about to tell her I loved her…

Whoops. Too much information.

Anyways, I finally reached my hotel. I put the car in park, then leaned back in my seat and sighed. I tried to get over the shock. I was still trying to compose myself when something groaned from the backseat. I shot up, remembering Annabeth. I locked my car and hopped out. I helped her get out of the car. She didn't make it very far, though. She collapsed on the curb. I sighed and kneeled next to her.

She was worse up close. Her face was cut up everywhere. Blood from a gash in her cheek ran down her face, looking like she was crying blood. A cut on her forehead made it hard for her to get up. Her arms, legs, and every other open skin was bleeding. I helped her up, and she collapsed again, this time on me. Ignoring the blood stains on my shirt, I helped her stand up and led her inside.

After a few weird looks and a lot of struggling, we finally reached my apartment. I unlocked my door and led her inside.

My apartment was huge. It was more like a penthouse on the 23rd floor. There was a large amount of rooms, like a TV room, an arcade, a kitchen the size of your house, and a bedroom, obviously. Annabeth took in the sights with eyes but no words. I limped her to the bathroom and set her down on the counter. I pulled out some ambrosia and nectar, and few mortal tools, and started fixing her up.

After a few hours (She was really hurt), I set up a bed on the couch and prepared for bed, while Annabeth slept in my bed.

Annabeth's POV

I coughed myself awake. My throat felt dry, and, like any person, my hand flew to my throat. I coughed again, then climbed out of bed. I walked towards the kitchen for a glass of water. When I reached the kitchen, I walked silently to the nearest cupboard. I opened it up and grabbed a glass cup. As I was about to put it under the sink, it shattered under my grasp.

"Damn." I muttered, and started taking the glass out of my hand. When I was done, I ran it under the hot water, muttering curses to myself. A voice behind me made me jump.

"Annabeth?" Someone muttered. I gasped and turned around. Percy was standing behind me.

"Getting water." I muttered. His eyebrows raised as they looked over the glass on the floor.

"Oh." I said. "It shattered."
"Shattered?" He asked, witch made me jump. I haven't heard that voice since that day, the day I still regret. The day….I shook my head of bad memories and nodded. Percy looked like he was about to say something when I yelled out in pain. The inside o my elbow was burning. Percy ran towards me and picked up a throwing knife laying near me side.

"Who threw that?!" He yelled. He sounded downright murderous.

"Me." Something called. Percy grabbed my hand and his whole body turned stiff and the face of the killer walked out of the shadows.