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.

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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.

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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.

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