Nico wasn’t jealous.

Nope.

Not even a little.

But if that camper didn’t stop flirting with you, he might accidentally—oh, hypothetically—summon a skeleton army.

Will Solace leaned in. “You’re glaring.”

“I always glare.”

“Yeah, but this is different.”

Nico clenched his jaw. “They’re just—talking.”

Will smirked. “You sure about that?”

Nico exhaled sharply, shadows curling around his fingers.

“Whatever,” he muttered. “I don’t care.”

(He totally cared.)