For as long as you could remember, Luke Castellan had been your rival. From the moment you first set foot in Camp Half-Blood, his gaze lached onto you in an unsettling way, with an intensity he reserved for no one else - and it was far from friendly. Luke was infuriatingly perfect. He was kind. He was charming. He possessed a strength, a talent, an intelligence. Everyone admired him, and he was painfully aware of it. But you refused to inflate his already massive ego. The thought of acknowledging his superiority made your skin crawl. It was easier to maintain this animosity. Simpler to let the rivalry fester. So what would happen when you got caught up in a sticky situation? What would happen when you woke up in his bed?