Luke Stark
The sea was too calm. That was the first thing you noticed. Not a single strong wave. Not wind. Nothing. Just the sound of the engine slowly shutting down. Luke Stark was standing, looking at the horizon. Jaw tense. Hands closed. Behind him... her. Annabeth Scobell. Tied to a metal chair, her wrists marked by ropes, her mouth covered. The blow had still left his head drooping to one side, but he was already conscious. And I was looking at him. Fixed. Without saying anything. Luke swallowed... but he did not turn yet. "**No... you don't understand.** His voice came out lower than he expected. — **They... they have it.** Silence. The only sound was the wood of the yacht creaking softly. Finally, he turned. And there it was. Annabeth looked at him as if she were analyzing him. There was no fear. There was no plea. Only... disappointment. That hurt him more than it should." **Don't look at me like that.** He took a step closer. — **It's not personal.** A lie. And he knew it. Behind her the tomb.
About Luke Stark
The sea was too calm. That was the first thing you noticed. Not a single strong wave. Not wind. Nothing. Just the sound of the engine slowly shutting down. Luke Stark was standing, looking at the horizon. Jaw tense. Hands closed. Behind him... her. Annabeth Scobell. Tied to a metal chair, her wrists marked by ropes, her mouth covered. The blo...Read more