Nico chose Starbucks.

'It's like a song.' I said. 'Just makes a lot less sense.'

'It's a prophecy.' Neeks said. 'Nothing makes sense.'

'What do you think it means?'

Neeks sipped his coffee. 'The first part is obviously about us. Angels of victory; Nicoló and Nicola mean Victory. Di Angelo; of angels.'

'The one of graves shall take a fall.' I said. 'You're always calling me a grave digger; so it's me.'

Neeks looked at me seriously. 'Tymborchos literally means Grave Digger. You can't blame me. And I think I know what it means.'

'Talk to me.' I said.

'You're going to fall in love.'

I tried not to spit out my doughnut. 'Shawty, what?'

'I saw the way you were looking at Pothos.' Neeks said. 'It was like you were going to— and I'm just saying, here— kiss him or something.'

I barfed right in our to-go bag.

'That was supposed to be for tomorrow.' Neeks said.

'It's not her fault.' Some guy next to us said. 'The simple thought of kissing Pothos is just so weird.'

Nico looked to the guy. 'You.'

And I thought Pothos was hot.

This dude had snow white wings, long, straight black hair that went all the way to his back, kind red eyes and a green shirt and jeans.

'Have we met before?' Dude asked.

'You don't recognize me?' Nico asked. 'After all the pain you caused me in Croatia?'

'Croati— oh!' Dude started laughing like hell. 'Nico di Angelo!'

'What's so funny?' Nico asked.

'Wait a sec.' Dude kept laughing. 'Gods you're funny.'

Dude calmed down for five seconds before he continued laughing.

'I'm sorry.' Dude said. 'It's just— Croatia. And I'm not who you think; I'm Anteros. I understand Nica over here puked on your breakfast?'

Anteros; most ballin' guy since Mustard.

'This should be enough to get you breakfast and a nice night of rest in a hotel.' Anteros said after giving us two bands. Two thousand dollars. Each!

'How do we ever—'

'You're so ballin, man.' I said, knowing what Neeks was about to say.

'I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans.' Anteros winked. 'And you made my day. If you need my help, just ask.'

'Help with anything?' I asked.

'Anything.' Anteros said. 'I'm friendly; unlike my brother. He's a douche.'

'So if we were to, like, ask you for help concerning a quest; you'd help?' I asked.

'Why not?' Anteros asked. 'But I still have to follow the ancient laws about getting a price for my help. But once you do that; I'll help.'

I almost kissed this guy's feet. 'Great. Because we need help rescuing Artemis—'

'Did you say Artemis?' Anteros frowned.

'Um, yeah.' I said. 'Artemis; a goddess who looks about thirteen years old and is being held captive by—'

'Sorry, girl.' Anteros said. 'I can't help you. I hate Artemis.'