Oh, by the way…
All that coastline we’ve been sailing pas is it, but I guess back in the Roman times it was called … what’d you say, Jason? Bodacious?’
‘Dalmatia’, Nico said, making Jason jump.
Holy Romulus … Jason wished he could put a bell around Nico di Angelo’s neck to remind him the guy was there.
Nico has this disturbing habit of standing silently in the corner, blending into the shadows.
Annabeth gripped the hilt of her dagger. “A bounty on our heads . . . as if we didn’t attract enough monsters already.
Never seen Jason fly before,” Percy grumbled. “He looks like a blond Superman
Is this guy Love or Death?” Jason growled.
Ask your friends, Cupid said. Frank, Hazel, and Percy met my counterpart, Thanatos. We are not so different. Except Death is sometimes kinder.
Maybe it’s time you come out of the shadows
So now I get the scepter?” Jason asked.
Cupid laughed. Unfortunately, you could not wield it. Only a child of the Underworld can summon the dead legions. And only an officer of Rome can lead them.
Still hiding, Cupid said, smashing another skeleton to pieces. You do not have the strength.
“Nico,” Jason managed to say, “it’s okay. I get it.”
Nico glanced over, pain and misery washing across his face.
“No you don’t,” he said. “There’s no way you can understand.”
And so you run away again, Cupid chided. From your friends, from yourself.
Yeah, okay. But, Nico, you do choose how to live your life. You want to trust somebody? Maybe take a risk that I’m really your friend and I’ll accept you. It’s better than hiding.
Jason tried to summon more lightning. Nothing happened. If he ever met his dad, he’d have to petition for an increased daily allowance of bolts.