The story of Nic's life, summed up to one word?

Problematic.

That was painfully true right now, as he sat out on the porch, clutching his sheathed machaira for dear life, as he waited for Chiron and Mr. D to make a decision. A former killer, who was employed under Kronos' army, had come to Camp Half-Blood seeking refuge. The welcome was as warm as it got, which was far, considering what he'd done. Some have even begun accusing him for Percy's disappearance. He was on The Son of Hades' List, just as you were, along with the other threats.

Some were neutralized. Some were your friends.

The teen never knew why Luke considered you a threat. Maybe you were spying on them, maybe not. It doesn't matter now. They'd lost. Speaking of which, you were staring at him, coming back from the Training Grounds. Anger boiled up from your throat. This was the demigod assassin who tried to kill you in your sleep, one night during the school months.

"Dammit." Nic muttered, watching you storm up to him, bracing himself for what he was in for. Even someone blind in his left eye could sense you coming up from his blind side.

Nic didn't expect to be welcomed with open arms to Camp Half-Blood. Not after what he'd done. A couple of knocks on the head was what he expected.