There will be multiple POVs in this chapter.

Percy Jackson

I stare at the screen. It's hard to believe that's my Annabeth, sitting there all dressed up next to Luke Castellean, of all people. I hadn't even thought about him in years. Annabeth didn't like to talk about it much. I think it made her uncomfortable. 

I knew she'd had a crush on Luke, but it never really bothered me. I figured he blew whatever chance he might of had with her, the way he left. Thalia joined the Hunters a few days later. That's why I never really thought I'd see him again. Certainly not anywhere near Annabeth.

But now I don't know what's going on. The way he looks at her unnerves me. Only I should be able to look at her that way. She keeps glancing over at him nervously, like she's worried he'll say something wrong. I know something's up when he says they didn't know each other before the reaping. What's the deal?

I suck in a breath when Luke responds bitterly to the question about his parentage. There'll be questions about that. I sigh wistfully when Annabeth talks about our engagement. That day at the lake seems like ages ago. I wish everything could be like it was before.

The next question makes me uneasy. I don't like the way Luke says "No one back home" like there is someone he's thinking of. I glance over at Thalia. Her fingers curl into a tight fist. 

"I'll kill him if he does anything to her," she whispers. 

I shake my head. "Luke may be a liar, but he wouldn't force Annabeth into anything she didn't want. I see how he looks at her." What worries me more is the way Annabeth looked when he answered the question. She didn't look startled. She looked afraid.

"You think I don't see how he looks at her?" asks Thalia bitterly. 

I wince. "Did you know?" I ask, "Before he left?"

She  sighs. "At first I really thought he cared for me. But he just kept getting more distant. Sometimes I would notice him staring after Annabeth longingly when she walked away. It didn't take long for me to put two and two together. 

"When I found out he cheated on me, I knew it was because of her. He was bored with me and he didn't love me. He couldn't stand being that close to Annabeth but not able to get to her. I was heartbroken, but no matter how hard I tried I could never blame Annabeth. I had already lost Luke; I wasn't going to lose her too."

"What do you think about the way she's looking at him?" I ask.

Thalia hesitates before answering. "She looks conflicted."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean she looks like she's being forced to choose between two things she loves very much, and she's struggling to decide."

I get the uneasy feeling that the two things are two people, and I'm one of them.

"Do you think he said something to her?"

Thalia looks at me with pity on her face. "I don't know, Percy. But Annabeth knows better than to get involved with him. I trust her judgement."

"If she knows better, than why does she look conflicted?" 

Thalia shakes her head. "Sometimes emotions try to outweigh common sense."

I glare at her impatiently. "So what you're saying is, Annabeth knows better but she might still have feelings for him?"

"Percy-"

"How is that even possible? I'm the one who's been there for her all these years! He orchastrated this whole thing! It was supposed to be me sitting next to her! If only he hadn't volunteered-"

Thalia's face pales. "What!?"

"I-" 

"How could you not tell me? Annabeth-" Thalia looks up at me. "She doesn't know, does she? You didn't tell her."

Jace Herondale

I lay on my back staring up at the starry sky. I wonder if Clary is looking at the stars right now from her room in the Capitol. God, I miss her. I'm going crazy here all alone. In the lonliest moments, I try to picture her, but it seems like my memories of her are fading away.

I haven't slept a wink since she left. I can't. Whenever I try, horrible nightmares flood my dreams. I've had them for as long as I can remember, and Clary's presence is the only thing that can keep them away. I focus my eyes on the north star. It was the first star to appear.

Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.

As I make my wish, I know it will probably never come true. But I might as well hope.

Lucius Malfoy

I scowl as my disgraceful son appears on the stage. The way he treats the mudblood disgusts me. She deserves to be his servant. But no, he is not my son. A son of mine would have married a pureblood witch without complaining.

The questions that idiot asks my son infuriate me, but his answers infuriate me just as much. One question, though, I am eager to know the answer to.

"Are you in love with some lucky girl back in the district?" asks Caesar.

Draco smiles. "Actually," he says, putting his arm around the mudblood, "the lucky girl is right here."

There are catcalls and applause in the audience, but I growl. I swear that shameful boy smirked directly at me. 

"You will be sorry for this," I growl, "The Dark Lord will punish you. I hope he kills you for this."

I pull back my sleeve to touch the mark, but Narcissa grabs my hand. "Lucius, please," she begs, "he is our son!"

I shove her to the ground and stand towering over her. "No lover of mudbloods is a son of mine. If he is not mine, then he is yours. The Dark Lord will make you pay, as well, for raising such a disgrace. I shall start your punishment now."

"No-" she whimpers, "Please- have mercy-"

"The Dark Lord does not give mercy. CRUCIO!" 

Narcissa screams in agony but I continue to torture her, cackling with glee.