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Chapter Eleven: Thalia's POV: The Vacation's Over

I can't believe I ever trusted Luke. He was crazy, and he would never go back to Camp Half-Blood. He would kill as many demigods he needed to as long as it would get him what he wanted. I groaned, upset with him, myself, and my stupidity for believing he could change, that I could convince him to change sides.

So much had changed since we were twelve. I wished that we could go back to the days when we were a family, just the three of us.

All of these angry thoughts ran through my head. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day and the entire day after that, refusing to even come out to eat. Luckily, someone was leaving food outside my door on a regular basis. I suspected it was Luke, as a peace offering. Nice try, Castellan. I'm not falling for your lies again.

Finally, that evening, someone knocked on my door. "Thalia?" Luke called. "Can I come in?"

I would have said no, but I needed to convince him to take me home, so I opened the door for him.

He stood there in jeans and a t-shirt, holding a tray of food. I opened the door wider so he could come in, saying nothing.

I sat down on the couch by the window. He set the tray down on the dining table and sat down next to me. I turned away.

"Thalia, we need to talk." He lowered his voice. "About what you said last night. You were wrong. I can't kill friends, fellow demigods, or innocent mortals. I'm going to go back and fight with Camp Half-Blood."

I gasped but then I said, "How am I supposed to trust you?"

"I'm telling you the truth, Thalia, I promise. I swear on the River Styx, I've never lied to you."

I thought about his words, but he was telling me the truth. He hadn't ever lied to me. When we were talking last night, I just hadn't agreed with him. I knew in my heart I needed to trust him. I took a deep breath. "I trust you."

Luke looked relieved. "I have a plan. We need to make sure that we only discuss this in private, because if any of the other crew members get the word, we won't survive five minutes on this ship. I can tell the captain that I need to get to New York to attack Camp Half-Blood, but he might get suspicious. If he does, we need to make a run for it. Got it?"

I took all of this in. I couldn't even describe how elated I was that Luke wasn't evil, and that he would abandon Kronos.

Before I could reply, though, the door burst open and and an army of monsters crowded in. Kelli stood in front of the mob. "Get them!" She shouted. The monsters surged forward. Luke and I glanced at each other, and somehow we both knew the plan. We stepped back a few paces, grabbed each other's hand, and took a running leap, smashing through the window. We hit the water, and then everything went black.