d e m i g o d s : Nico di Angelo

Then there was Nico di Angelo. Dang, that kid gave Leo the freaky-deakies. He sat back in his leather aviator jacket, his black T-shirt and jeans, that wicked silver skull ring on his finger, and the Stygian sword at his side. His tufts of black hair struck up in curls like baby bat wings. H i s  e y e s  w e r e  s a d  a n d  k i n d  o f  e m p t y , as if he’d stared into the depths of Tartarus—which he had.