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mumbled.
    I told them what had happened at the coffee shop, the amphitheater, and the academy prison. After I finished, they were both silent, although Vic’s eye was narrowed in thought. His eye was a strange shade, not quite purple, but not quite gray either—more like the color of twilight, that beautiful shade that softened the sky just before nightfall. Although there was nothing soft about the sword’s gaze right now. The fury in his eye made it glow as bright as a star.
    “Those bloody fools,” Vic growled again. “Sometimes, I don’t think the members of the Protectorate can tell a hole in the ground from their—”
    “Vic,” Grandma said in a warning tone. “That’s enough of that kind of talk.”
    The sword glowered at her a little, but he kept right on grumbling about the Protectorate, although he mostly did it under his breath.
    “What am I going to do?” I asked her. “Do you really think they’ll find me guilty? That they’ll actually put me in prison . . . execute me?” I had to force myself to whisper the last few words.
    Grandma shook her head. “I don’t know, pumpkin. I just wonder who made these accusations against you in the first place. If we knew that, I think we’d know what was really going on.”
    I got to my feet and started pacing from one side of my room to the other. “It’s got to be some plot by the Reapers. But why? To make everyone at Mythos hate me? To get me expelled? None of those things will keep me from fighting the Reapers and being Nike’s Champion. . . will they?”
    “Of course not,” Vic snapped. “The goddess chose your family to give her magic to. She chose you to be her Champion, Gwen. You —not anyone else. There’s nothing the Protectorate can do about any of that. Not one bloody thing.”
    I thought of the cold way Linus Quinn had looked at me. I wasn’t so sure about that, but I didn’t tell the sword my fears. If I did, Vic would just say something about how he could convince Logan’s dad to drop the charges—while his point was pressed against Linus’s heart. Vic was rather bloodthirsty that way. One of his favorite things to do was talk about all the Reapers we were going to kill.
    Normally, I tried to ignore Vic’s Reaper rants as best I could, but tonight I thought about the one Reaper I actually wanted to take down—Vivian Holler. Once again, I flashed back to that night in the forest when Vivian had climbed on top of her Black roc, a huge, mythological bird, and had flown away with Loki riding behind her. I wondered where Vivian was right now. According to Metis, the Pantheon hadn’t heard so much as a whisper of where Vivian had gone. Something else that frustrated me. What good was it being a Champion if I couldn’t even avenge my own mom’s murder?
    I stopped pacing, pulled back the curtain, and stared out one of the picture windows. My eyes scanned the lawn below, and it took me several seconds to spot Inari’s thin figure. He had his back against one of the trees and looked like just another dark shadow in the night. If I hadn’t known he was there, I wouldn’t have noticed him at all.
    Grandma Frost got up and peered out the window as well. “Is that one of the Protectorate guards?”
    “Yeah, his name is Inari Sato.”
    She nodded. “A Ninja. I’ve heard of him. He’s supposed to be one of the Pantheon’s best warriors and one of the leaders of the Protectorate.”
    “Yeah, him and Logan’s dad apparently,” I sniped and let the curtain fall back into place. “There are others who will be guarding me too. A Russian guy named Sergei Sokolov and his son, Alexei. He’s a third-year student from the London academy. Logan acted like he knew him, and Daphne met him before at some archery competition.”
    Grandma didn’t say anything, but she heard the fear and frustration in my voice. She reached over and gently took my hand in hers. As always, the warmth of her love washed over me as soon as her skin touched mine.