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‘That’s him.’<br />
‘So … is your whole family descended from Bellona? I thought you and Hylla were her daughters,<br />
not legacies.’<br />
Too late, Nico realized he shouldn’t have brought up Hylla. A look <strong>of</strong> despair passed over Reyna’s<br />
face, though she managed to hide it quickly.<br />
‘We are her daughters,’ Reyna said. ‘We’re <strong>the</strong> first actual children <strong>of</strong> Bellona in <strong>the</strong> Ramírez-<br />
Arellano family. And Bellona has always favoured our clan. Millennia ago, she decreed that we<br />
would play pivotal roles in many battles.’<br />
‘Like you’re doing now,’ Nico said.<br />
Reyna brushed crumbs from her chin. ‘Perhaps. Some <strong>of</strong> my ancestors have been heroes. Some<br />
have been villains. You saw <strong>the</strong> ghost with <strong>the</strong> gunshot wounds in <strong>the</strong> chest?’<br />
Nico nodded. ‘A pirate?’<br />
‘The most famous in Puerto Rican history. He was known as <strong>the</strong> Pirate C<strong>of</strong>resí, but his family name<br />
was Ramírez de Arellano. Our house, <strong>the</strong> family villa, was built with money from treasure that he<br />
buried.’<br />
For a moment, Nico felt like a little kid again. He was tempted to blurt out, That’s so cool! Even<br />
before he got into Mythomagic, he’d been obsessed with pirates. Probably that was one reason he’d<br />
been so smitten with Percy, a son <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sea god.<br />
‘And <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r ghosts?’ he asked.<br />
Reyna took ano<strong>the</strong>r bite <strong>of</strong> creme pie. ‘The guy in <strong>the</strong> U.S. Navy uniform … he’s my great-greatuncle<br />
from World War Two, <strong>the</strong> first Latino submarine commander. You get <strong>the</strong> idea. A lot <strong>of</strong><br />
warriors. Bellona was our patron goddess for generations.’<br />
‘But she never had demigod children in your family – until you.’<br />
‘The goddess … she fell in love with my fa<strong>the</strong>r, Julian. He was a soldier in Iraq. He was –’<br />
Reyna’s voice broke. She tossed aside <strong>the</strong> plastic bouquet <strong>of</strong> flowers. ‘I can’t do this. I can’t talk<br />
about him.’<br />
A cloud passed overhead, blanketing <strong>the</strong> woods in shadows.<br />
Nico didn’t want to push Reyna. What right did he have?<br />
He set down his oatmeal creme pie … and noticed that his fingertips were turning to smoke. The<br />
sunlight returned. His hands became solid again, but Nico’s nerves jangled. He felt as if he’d been<br />
pulled back from <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> a high balcony.<br />
Your voice is your identity, he’d told Reyna. If you don’t use it, you’re halfway to Asphodel<br />
already.<br />
He hated when his own advice applied to himself.<br />
‘My dad gave me a present once,’ Nico said. ‘It was a zombie.’<br />
Reyna stared at him. ‘What?’<br />
‘His name is Jules-Albert. He’s French.’<br />
‘A … French zombie?’<br />
‘Hades isn’t <strong>the</strong> greatest dad, but occasionally he has <strong>the</strong>se want to know my son moments. I guess<br />
he thought <strong>the</strong> zombie was a peace <strong>of</strong>fering. He said Jules-Albert could be my chauffeur.’