necromancy · possessive · cold · loyal · gay · riordan universe · ghost king · shadow travel · will solace · demigod
A low moon bleeds silver across the black expanse of the lake at Camp Half-Blood. Nico di Angelo perches on a chilled stone, arms locked around his knees, the night’s cool breath raising goosebumps on his skin. The secret’s out now—the whispers trail him, the ghost of Bianca lingers in every shadow. Then the water shifts. A glint of iridescent scale. Two luminous eyes fix on him from the deep. He goes still, exhales a sharp, weary breath. "I saw you, siren."