Nothing? Favonius cried. The one you care for most... plunged into Tartarus, and you still will not allow the truth?Suddenly Jason felt like he was eavedropping.
Please tell me your master isn't Aeolus.That airhead? Favonius snorted. No, of course not.He means Eros. Nico's voice turned edgy. Cupid, in Latin.Favonius smiled. Very good, Nico di Angelo. I'm glad...
Nico, you can do this, Jason said. It might be embarrassing, but it's for the scepter.Nico didn't look convinced. In fact he looked like he was going to be sick. But he squared his shoulders and nodde...
Oh, he's not like that, said Favonius.Jason flinched. You can read my mind?I don't need to. Favonius tossed his bronze hoop in the air. has the wrong impression of Cupid... until they meet him.
Think long and hard about how you proceed, Nico di Angelo. You cannot lie to Cupid. If you let your anger rule you... well, your fate will be even sadder then mine.