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Asterion nodded. “As you wish, Hazel. Please take care of yourself. Arielle, Johan, Quinoa, Orcus, with me!”

“I’ll just stay here,” said Semele through Nico’s voice. “Be careful, you gorgeous cow.”

Wow, do you have to? Nico asked.

Yes, Semele said. Yes, I do.

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Nothing happened for hours. Hazel sat cross-legged against the far wall, in front of a display of old battle standards. She looked like she was meditating, though that must have been difficult with a cacodemon rolling around in her lap. She’d insisted on choosing Guilt because she thought it would keep her focused on not failing again.

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The bull-man rose from his chair. He held up his new sweater for them to see. It had broad pink and white stripes, with a slogan stitched across the chest in large red letters: I LUV DEMIGODS.

“What do you think?” He directed the question at Arielle. “I thought it might make you seem friendlier to our hosts.”

The empousa glanced at Will. If she’d been able to charmspeak, Nico imagined she would have told him Please kill me now.

“There’s no way I am wearing that,” she said.

“I think it’s lovely,” Will offered.

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“Nico?”

He glanced over at Frank. “Huh?”

“We’re ready for you,” he said.

The legionnaires were now all wearing their harnesses, looking like a squad of babysitter commandos. Even Orcus had a tiny harness across his back.

“Right.” Nico sucked in a deep breath. “I think you all know me—”

“You’re my boyfriend,” said Will, winking at him.

Nico blushed. Why was he blushing? Why did Will always make him blush?

Rox as an antropomorphic erythristic wolf

Zarkt as an antropomorphic melanistic wolf

As the first spinjitzu master intended

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