Sierra kicked Nikoli's leg. They shot her a glare and Sierra rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna go check up on Elke. Meet me in Black Wood. I'll take di Angelo with me." She maneuvered the boy so she was carrying him fireman style. For her size, Sierra was surprisingly strong. She waved a hand, dropped the dagger she had conjured earlier and trekked off into the forest. She wanted to go alone while the rest of the crew made sure nobody was following.
About halfway to Black Wood, Nico stirred. If he was awake, he didn't say anything.
"You're dying." His phrase wasn't a question. Di Angelo said it like a stone cold fact, which it was. Sierra grit her teeth and stayed silent. Her hold on the son of Hades gave her the advantage, so even if he tried to attack, she would defeat him in seconds. "You aren't going to ask how I know?"
She shook her head. "I mean, it's only obvious that I have a curse. With the blood of three goddesses running through my-"
"Wait." Nico shifted and Sierra tightened her grip. "Three goddesses?"
"Nike and Nemesis were my grandparents' mothers. Hecate was mine. It only makes sense."
"Your daggers-"
"My own weapon is killing me." Her voice was bitter and venomous. "And if I touch any other weapon, bad things happen to someone else." She paused, stopping her hike through the woods. Tears threatened her eyes, but she refused to let them spill. "Bad, bad things."
"Sierra-"
"I don't need your pity," She snapped. Her fingernails dug into Nico's skin and he yelped. Almost immediately, Sierra loosened her grip on the Ghost King. "And if you tell anyone-"
"Lemme guess, you'll kill me?" Nico sighed and stopped trying to get away from Sierra.
She nodded. "Now shut up, we're nearing Black Wood."