Page 20 of The Court of the Dead (The Nico di Angelo Adventures #2)

N ico’s optimism lasted approximately twelve minutes.

By then, he was in the principia with Will and Johan, after Will had frantically explained to Hazel why she couldn’t come into her own headquarters because Johan was inside, freaking out.

The blemmyae had wanted only Nico’s help.

Hazel had reluctantly agreed on the condition that if Nico, Will, or Johan wrecked her desk or burned down the building, she would string them up by their ankles.

Now Nico stood in the office between Will and Johan, frowning at the latest installment of Nico di Angelo: Disaster Detective .

“Please tell me what I’m looking at,” he said.

The blemmyae wrung his hands. “I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t know!”

In front of them, a demigod was frozen mid-step, as if he’d been petrified while running toward the door.

Nico couldn’t be sure, but he thought it was the same kid who’d thrown the apple at Johan the previous night.

Either that, or it was the creepiest, most realistic statue ever made.

The kid’s eyes were wide open, his expression stuck somewhere between surprise and terror.

Balanced between the fingers of his outstretched hands was a multisided metal object about the size of a baseball.

“How did he end up like this?” Nico asked.

Johan paced nervously, pulling at the hair on his shoulders. “He— I was organizing the principia’s archives, cataloging artifacts like we talked about….”

He pointed at the metal security door that, Nico knew, led downstairs to the legion’s treasure vaults. “Frank gave me permission! And then this young man”—he gestured at the demigod statue—“came in and said he needed to borrow a magical item.”

Nico studied the frozen kid. “The thing he’s holding?”

Johan couldn’t nod, not having a head, but he did bow several times, reminding Nico of one of those dippy bird toys that can drink from a glass of water.

“It’s a dodecahedron,” Johan explained.

“That…is a word,” said Will. “I don’t know what it means.”

“It’s a shape!” Johan said. “With twelve equal sides!”

“Wait, is it part of a game?” said Nico, who imagined one of the dice from a Mythomagic set, only blown up to much larger proportions. “Are we supposed to roll it?”

“That is not how its magic works,” said Johan.

“Wait,” said Will. “It’s magic, and you just gave it to him?”

“No! Well, yes!” Johan wailed. “He said he had permission. He told me he was studying the god Vulcan’s greatest inventions. He said that if I didn’t hand it over, we would both get in trouble, and I definitely did not want to get in trouble!”

Will raised a hand. “So he manipulated you. He knew that blemmyae are exceptionally polite, and he took advantage.”

Johan straightened his shoulders. “I am very polite.”

Nico’s headache was coming back. Like most sequels, it was bigger, louder, and more painful. He squinted at the dodecahedron in the legionnaire’s hand. “Johan, did he know what he was asking for?”

“I can’t be sure,” said the blemmyae. “But he was in the process of throwing it at me when he froze this way, so…” The blemmyae’s mouth fell open, exposing his abdominal cavity all the way back to his spine.

“Oh, dear. Does that mean he was trying to freeze me ? And he got the controls wrong? That really wasn’t very polite at all! ”

Nico didn’t know what to say at first. Apparently, this kid had tried to pull a prank on the blemmyae that had ridiculously backfired.

Nico was tempted to just leave the demigod frozen there and tell Hazel he was like that when they found him.

Maybe the praetors could use him as a toga rack.

He doubted Will and Johan would go for that, though. They were both too polite.

“Johan,” Will said, “tell us about dodecahedrons, please. How do they work?”

“Oh!” Despite Johan’s agitation, his eyes lit up at the chance to share his knowledge.

“You see, in recent years, humans have been unearthing these devices, unsure what the Romans used them for. But of course, regular mortals wouldn’t understand, would they?

Thousands of years ago, Roman demigods designed dodecahedrons to ensnare any mythical creature, or anyone with godly parentage.

If you have four or more devices, you can create a perimeter to confine a large number of creatures.

If you have a single dodecahedron…well, as you can see, once it is primed, just touching it can trigger paralysis.

Which is why this demigod is currently unable to move. ”

Nico grimaced. “So I guess you don’t know how to un -trigger it.”

“Of course I do!” Johan looked offended. “One simply has to use all ten fingers to apply pressure simultaneously to ten of the plates, while aligning the remaining two plates toward the target.”

If Will had looked any more confused, he would have been turned into a meme with physics equations floating around his face. “So…if you know how to release him, why haven’t you?”

Johan stared at him blankly. “Do you think that’s what he would want? I’m just so flustered! I thought perhaps he was doing research on what it felt like to be trapped!” He turned to Nico. “I knew you would know what to do. Can you please help me? Then we can all have a nice cup of tea!”

Nico imagined Mr. D’s voice in the back of his mind: Breathe, Nico. Do not attempt to strangle the blemmyae. He has no neck.

“Is it safe to touch the dodo-box?” Will asked, examining the device.

“The dodeca—” Johan stopped himself, probably remembering that it wasn’t polite to correct people. “Of course. It’s already been triggered.”

Nico yanked the device from the frozen kid’s hands.

It was hollow, probably made of copper, with a hole in the middle of each plate and little knobs wherever the corners of three plates met.

It definitely was like the twelve-sided die he used for Mythomagic games, only much bigger.

He spread his fingertips until each was covering a different plate.

Then he pointed the seam between the two remaining plates at the petrified doofus.

“Like this?” he asked Johan.

“That’s it,” Johan said. “Now if you press…”

Nico did.

The kid unfroze, falling forward onto his outstretched palms.

Nico smiled down at him. “Had a good time, did you?”

“Uhhh…” The camper’s eyes darted from Nico to Will to Johan. “I didn’t…It wasn’t— I was just doing research—”

“On how to play pranks on Johan,” Nico supplied. “You should tell your centurion what you did. Your praetors will know about this soon enough, so…maybe get ahead of it.”

“I—uh—yes,” the kid sputtered. Then he scrambled to his feet and ran from the principia.

“We didn’t even get his name,” said Will.

“Don’t need it.” Nico handed the dodecahedron to Johan. “That kid is so scared I don’t think he’ll cause any more trouble.”

Johan twirled the dodecahedron by two of its knobs, which fortunately did not turn any of them into statues. “How badly have I messed up? Will they ever let me work in the archives again?”

Will placed a comforting hand on the blemmyae’s shoulder, which was also his forehead. “Hey, what that kid did to you was unfair. You shouldn’t have given him anything from the archives, not without Hazel’s or Frank’s written permission. But live and learn. We all make mistakes.”

Johan’s eyes widened. “You mean it’s not just me?”

Nico smiled. He wasn’t sure if Johan was really that naive or if he just had an obtuse sense of humor, but either way, he was starting to appreciate the blemmyae’s style.

“I’m still learning this myself,” he offered, “but it’s actually polite to set boundaries for yourself. You can tell someone no, and it doesn’t make you rude.”

“Hmm,” Johann said. “I’m not sure I understand that.”

“It’s okay. We can work on it! You can practice with us.”

Johan hesitated, and then set the dodecahedron on the praetors’ desk. “But not right now. I believe I will go home and brew a pot of tea.” He glanced at Nico. “Did I set boundaries correctly?”

“Great job,” Nico said.

“Yay!” Johan clapped his hands and bounded out of the office.

Once he was gone, Nico let out a long sigh. “How is it we’re not even halfway through the day and I’m already exhausted?”

“Tell me about it,” his boyfriend said, leaning his head against Nico’s. “What did Hazel need you for earlier, anyway?”

Nico shared what had happened with Orcus on Highway 24, and how he’d left the griffin chatting away with Yazan and Deion.

“That’s progress!” said Will. “We are making a difference.”

Nico remembered his conversation with Dionysus—how this wasn’t a quest, and there was no finish line.

“I hope so,” he said. “It’s hard to tell.”

“Oh, trust me.” Will smiled. “I’m usually right.”

“You’re so old and wise.”

“Okay, calm down.”

“Deeply, deeply old.”

“Aren’t we only a year apart?”

Nico didn’t know the answer to that, any more than he knew dodecahedrons from dinosaurs. Like Hazel, he’d been born in a different century. He hadn’t really aged for most of that time, but he had been conscious and active. So was he a teen, a hundred-year-old fossil, or something in between?

All he knew was that Will was his peer in every way that mattered.

“Come on.” He planted a kiss on Will’s cheek. “Let’s see what other fires we can put out.”

As it turned out, the next fire was Arielle’s hair.

That afternoon, while Will continued to drill with the Fifth Cohort—which he totally didn’t complain about—Nico found himself back on the Field of Mars.

Savannah had told him she wanted to give sparring with the empousa another try, and while Nico wasn’t sure this was a good idea, he admired Savannah’s determination.

It was just the three of them, standing on an expanse of packed dirt under a surprisingly hot winter sun. Sweat beaded on Nico’s forehead as he watched the two girls square off with their wooden practice swords.