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Coach Hedge chewed on a stick. ‘I gotta agree with <strong>the</strong> girl on this one, kid. Smashing somebody’s<br />

head in with a baseball bat, that’s one thing. But ghostifying that creep? That was some dark stuff.’<br />

Nico expected to feel angry – to shout at <strong>the</strong>m for trying to judge him. That’s what he normally did.<br />

But his anger wouldn’t materialize. He still felt plenty <strong>of</strong> rage towards Bryce Lawrence, and Gaia<br />

and <strong>the</strong> giants. He wanted to find <strong>the</strong> augur Octavian and strangle him with his chain belt. But he<br />

wasn’t mad at Reyna or <strong>the</strong> coach.<br />

‘Why did you bring me back?’ he asked. ‘You knew I couldn’t help you any more. You should’ve<br />

found ano<strong>the</strong>r way to keep going with <strong>the</strong> statue. But you wasted three days watching over me. Why?’<br />

Coach Hedge snorted. ‘You’re part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> team, you idiot. We’re not going to leave you behind.’<br />

‘It’s more than that.’ Reyna rested her hand on Nico’s. ‘While you were asleep, I did a lot <strong>of</strong><br />

thinking. What I told you about my fa<strong>the</strong>r … I’d never shared that with anyone. I guess I knew you<br />

were <strong>the</strong> right person to confide in. You lifted some <strong>of</strong> my burden. I trust you, Nico.’<br />

Nico stared at her, mystified. ‘How can you trust me? You both felt my anger, saw my worst<br />

feelings …’<br />

‘Hey, kid,’ said Coach Hedge, his tone s<strong>of</strong>ter. ‘We all get angry. Even a swee<strong>the</strong>art like me.’<br />

Reyna smirked. She squeezed Nico’s hand. ‘Coach is right, Nico. You’re not <strong>the</strong> only one who lets<br />

out <strong>the</strong> darkness once in a while. I told you what happened with my dad, and you supported me. You<br />

shared your painful experiences; how can we not support you? We’re friends.’<br />

Nico wasn’t sure what to say. They’d seen his deepest secrets. They knew who he was, what he<br />

was.<br />

But <strong>the</strong>y didn’t seem to care. No … <strong>the</strong>y cared more.<br />

They weren’t judging him. They were concerned. None <strong>of</strong> it made sense to him.<br />

‘But Bryce. I …’ Nico couldn’t continue.<br />

‘You did what had to be done. I see that now,’ Reyna said. ‘Just promise me: no more turning<br />

people into ghosts if we can avoid it.’<br />

‘Yeah,’ Coach said. ‘Unless you let me whale on <strong>the</strong>m first. Besides, it’s not all bad news.’<br />

Reyna nodded. ‘We’ve seen no sign <strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r Romans, so it appears Bryce didn’t notify anyone else<br />

where he was. Also, no sign <strong>of</strong> Orion. Hopefully that means he was taken down by <strong>the</strong> Hunters.’<br />

‘And Hylla?’ Nico asked. ‘Thalia?’<br />

The lines tightened around Reyna’s mouth. ‘No word. But I have to believe <strong>the</strong>y’re still alive.’<br />

‘You didn’t tell him <strong>the</strong> best news,’ <strong>the</strong> coach prompted.<br />

Reyna frowned. ‘Maybe because it’s so hard to believe. Coach Hedge thinks he’s found ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />

way to transport <strong>the</strong> statue. It’s all he’s talked about for <strong>the</strong> past three days. But so far we’ve seen no<br />

sign <strong>of</strong> –’<br />

‘Hey, it’ll happen!’ Coach grinned at Nico. ‘You remember that paper aeroplane I got right before<br />

Creepmeister Lawrence showed up? It was a message from one <strong>of</strong> Mellie’s contacts in <strong>the</strong> palace <strong>of</strong><br />

Aeolus. This harpy, Nuggets – she and Mellie go way back. Anyway … she knows a guy who knows<br />

a guy who knows a horse who knows a goat who knows ano<strong>the</strong>r horse –’<br />

‘Coach,’ Reyna chided, ‘you’ll make him sorry he came out <strong>of</strong> his coma.’<br />

‘Fine,’ <strong>the</strong> satyr huffed. ‘Long story short, I pulled in a lot <strong>of</strong> favours. I got word to <strong>the</strong> right wind-

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