Meaning Pothos wasn't kidding when he said probably.

'Why?' I asked. 'You're Anteros. You support everything your brother opposes.'

'That may be true.' Anteros stood. 'But I have a duty. I'm the god of friendship and the avenger of scorned love. Artemis is not friendly; and she's scorned so many people it's supposed to be a crime; Actaeon, Siportes, Alpheus, Westlife, Avicii—'

'She scorned Avicii?' Nica raged.

'Why did you think he killed himself?

'I'm sorry, my new friends.' Anteros started to walk away. 'I'd love to go against Eros on this; but it's, well, Artemis.'

Ancient laws, I thought. 'Wait.'

I was surprised a god listened to me.

'You said you couldn't help us without a price.' I said. 'Before we came here; Pothos said the same thing. He also said you would help.'

Anteros turned. 'Pothos said I would help?'

'He said you were our only hope.' I lied. 'He said you were the most friendly god in the cosmos; and you would never turn down a demigod in need.'

Anteros beamed. 'Pothos said all that about me?'

Another thing me and Nica had in common; lying.

'Even more!' Nica chipped in. 'He had nothing but good things to say about you. If you can't help us, no one can.'

Anteros stroked his chin. 'Nice.

'Fine; I'll help you.' Anteros said. 'Meet me here tomorrow at breakfast; I know you're both tired of running.'

'How'd you know— wait; because you're a god?' Nica asked.

'Yeah.' Anteros said. 'And secondly; I can trust Pothos with two things; running and Post Malone. Circles is one of his favorite songs.'

And of course, Nica's creepy iPod played Circles.

'Arrivederci.' Anteros said, walked out the door, and flew away.

'Eight pm?' Nica asked as we got out.

I was shocked too. We were only there for twenty minutes.

'Good news is tomorrow might come faster than we expect.' I walked ahead of Nica for two reasons; To assert my dominance in this quest, and so she couldn't see the anger and fear I had on my face.

I hated Croatia. I hated Cupid. I hated everything about this quest; why would Artemis, a super strong goddess, let herself get kidnapped by a minor god like Cupid? Didn't she have her Hunters? What insult was he talking about?

'Hey yo!'

I stopped, facing Nicola. 'What?'

'You didn't hear me.' She said. 'We passed a hotel thirty seconds ago.'

'Oh.' I nodded. 'Right.'

Nica squinted at me. 'Wassup?'

'Nothing.' I said, walking faster.

'You're mad.'

'At what?'

'You're mad because to The Mafia, you're a joke. You're mad because Anteros brought up Croatia. You're mad because we're on this stupid ass quest when you have making out to do.'

'Yes. Yes. Half credit. And how did you know?'

Nica matched my pace. 'Some songs have obvious meanings. Others you have to look up on Genius lyrics. Most of the time you're the latter. Anger's kinda easy to read.'

'Pothos's right.' I said. 'You are annoying.'

'No diggity, Sherlock.'