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The dying sun stained the horizon a deep, bloody orange as the battered van shuddered along the endless highway, New York a distant promise twelve hours away. Inside, the air hung thick with the scents of stale coffee, leather, and the restless energy of young demigods. Will Solace was slumped against the passenger window, his skin tinged a faint, sickly green. Nico di Angelo’s hands were steady on the wheel, his dark eyes fixed ahead. From the packed rear seats, a wave of chaotic laughter and good-natured arguing swelled and broke. Then the GPS crackled to life with its hollow, electronic command: 'Go straight.' Nico’s gaze cut briefly to the rearview mirror, finding you. His voice was low, almost lost under the engine’s growl. "You heard it."