“The ghosts were right. Only one of us made it to the Doors of Death. You…you would have made Dad proud.” She smiled, cupping her hand gently to his face. “We couldn’t have defeated Clytius without you.” She brushed her thumb under Nico’s eye and wondered if he had been crying. She wanted so badly to understand what was going on with him—what had happened to him over the last few weeks. After all they’d just been through, Hazel was more grateful than ever to have a brother.
