Kronos - Luke Resists

Kronos’s fingers tapped the blade of his scythe. “I see,” he said in a chilly tone. “If your memory improves, I will expect—”
Suddenly the Titan lord winced. The giant in the corner unfroze and the french fry fell into his mouth. Kronos stumbled backward and sank into his throne.
“My lord?” Ethan started forward.
“I—” The voice was weak, but just for a moment it was Luke’s. Then Kronos’s expression hardened. He raised his hand and flexed his fingers slowly as if forcing them to obey.
“It is nothing,” he said, his voice steely and cold again. “A minor discomfort.”
Ethan moistened his lips. “He’s still fighting you, isn’t he? Luke—”
“Nonsense,” Kronos spat. “Repeat that lie, and I will cut out your tongue. The boy’s soul has been crushed. I am simply adjusting to the limits of this form. It requires rest. It is annoying, but no more than a temporary inconvenience.”
“As . . . as you say, my lord.”

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The Last Olympian, Chapter 14