A demigod with a three foot hand-and-half sword is usually enough to make people reconsider their choices. Not change what they’re doing, but at least think about it.

Nico sits on the arm of the couch and digs his hands into the his thighs. “The situation was controlled, and you’re not dead. You didn’t hurt anyone. I did, and I’m okay with that because you’re still here to lecture me about it, Drake.”