didn’t really believe him. No matter what he said, I couldn’t help thinking that if only I’d been smarter, I would have found the dagger by now. If only I’d been quicker, I could have kept Carson from being stabbed. If only I’d been stronger, I could have killed the Reaper girl and avenged my mom.
If only ...
Sometimes I thought those were the two most horrible words in the world.
Logan drew me into the strong circle of his arms. I put my head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around me, just holding me—
“Bitch,” a voice behind me muttered.
Still in Logan’s arms, I raised my head and turned around to see Savannah Warren glaring at me from a few feet away. Savannah was a lovely Amazon with gorgeous green eyes and red hair that tumbled down her back like a copper waterfall. She also happened to be Logan’s ex-girlfriend, the one he’d broken up with before the holiday break.
Savannah clutched two bottles of water in her hands, and her fingers tightened around one of them, like she wanted to throw it at me. With her Amazon quickness, she could bean me in the head with the bottle before I’d even realized she’d thrown it—or could even think about ducking.
Thanks to the gossip that had gone around campus before the holidays, I knew Savannah blamed me for Logan’s breaking up with her. I supposed she had a right to feel that way. After all, I’d demanded that the Spartan kiss me or let me go during the Winter Carnival trip the students had taken a few weeks before the break.
I’d thought nothing could make me feel any worse today than I already did, but then I saw the hurt that filled Savannah’s face as she looked at Logan holding me. I knew that pain—it was the same sharp, longing ache I’d felt whenever I’d seen Logan kissing the other girl. I’d only wanted the Spartan to care about me like I did him. I’d never intended for Savannah to get hurt—but she had.
What a mess I’d made of everything. I stepped out of Logan’s arms, even though it was already too late.
“Savannah?” Vivian asked in a soft voice from her spot on the floor several feet away.
The Amazon glared at me another second, then walked over to her friend. She handed Vivian a bottle of water, which the other girl opened with shaking hands and started gulping down. Some of the water spilled onto Vivian’s shirt, and Savannah handed her friend a couple of tissues to mop it up. Every few seconds, though, Savannah’s angry eyes would cut to me.
Logan sighed. “I’ll go talk to her.”
I shook my head. “No, she’s got a right to be mad at me.”
“Oh, yes, she does,” another voice drifted over to me. “Because everyone knows how crazy Logan is about you, Gwen. Why, it’s almost the stuff of legend at Mythos. How the Gypsy girl tamed the wild, bad-boy Spartan.”
Footsteps sounded behind me, and Morgan moved to stand beside me. She looked at Savannah, who was still glaring at me while she talked to Vivian in a low voice.
“Careful, Gypsy,” Morgan murmured. “Savannah might look sweet and innocent, but the Amazon has a temper. She’s not someone you want to mess with. You know, if you keep this up, you’ll turn into me pretty soon. The school slut who goes around stealing other girls’ boyfriends.”
The Valkyrie let out a harsh, ugly laugh, and a few green sparks hissed in the air around her. Morgan had a reputation for hooking up with any guy who caught her eye, one that had only gotten worse after everyone found out she’d been sneaking around with her best friend’s boyfriend.
I’d never figured out how much Morgan remembered of the night Jasmine had tried to sacrifice her to Loki. Jasmine had used a powerful artifact called the Bowl of Tears to basically turn Morgan into a mindless puppet, and Morgan had claimed not to know what had happened. But I had a hunch that she remembered everything Jasmine had done to her, because Morgan had changed since then. She didn’t seem as cold
If only ...
Sometimes I thought those were the two most horrible words in the world.
Logan drew me into the strong circle of his arms. I put my head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around me, just holding me—
“Bitch,” a voice behind me muttered.
Still in Logan’s arms, I raised my head and turned around to see Savannah Warren glaring at me from a few feet away. Savannah was a lovely Amazon with gorgeous green eyes and red hair that tumbled down her back like a copper waterfall. She also happened to be Logan’s ex-girlfriend, the one he’d broken up with before the holiday break.
Savannah clutched two bottles of water in her hands, and her fingers tightened around one of them, like she wanted to throw it at me. With her Amazon quickness, she could bean me in the head with the bottle before I’d even realized she’d thrown it—or could even think about ducking.
Thanks to the gossip that had gone around campus before the holidays, I knew Savannah blamed me for Logan’s breaking up with her. I supposed she had a right to feel that way. After all, I’d demanded that the Spartan kiss me or let me go during the Winter Carnival trip the students had taken a few weeks before the break.
I’d thought nothing could make me feel any worse today than I already did, but then I saw the hurt that filled Savannah’s face as she looked at Logan holding me. I knew that pain—it was the same sharp, longing ache I’d felt whenever I’d seen Logan kissing the other girl. I’d only wanted the Spartan to care about me like I did him. I’d never intended for Savannah to get hurt—but she had.
What a mess I’d made of everything. I stepped out of Logan’s arms, even though it was already too late.
“Savannah?” Vivian asked in a soft voice from her spot on the floor several feet away.
The Amazon glared at me another second, then walked over to her friend. She handed Vivian a bottle of water, which the other girl opened with shaking hands and started gulping down. Some of the water spilled onto Vivian’s shirt, and Savannah handed her friend a couple of tissues to mop it up. Every few seconds, though, Savannah’s angry eyes would cut to me.
Logan sighed. “I’ll go talk to her.”
I shook my head. “No, she’s got a right to be mad at me.”
“Oh, yes, she does,” another voice drifted over to me. “Because everyone knows how crazy Logan is about you, Gwen. Why, it’s almost the stuff of legend at Mythos. How the Gypsy girl tamed the wild, bad-boy Spartan.”
Footsteps sounded behind me, and Morgan moved to stand beside me. She looked at Savannah, who was still glaring at me while she talked to Vivian in a low voice.
“Careful, Gypsy,” Morgan murmured. “Savannah might look sweet and innocent, but the Amazon has a temper. She’s not someone you want to mess with. You know, if you keep this up, you’ll turn into me pretty soon. The school slut who goes around stealing other girls’ boyfriends.”
The Valkyrie let out a harsh, ugly laugh, and a few green sparks hissed in the air around her. Morgan had a reputation for hooking up with any guy who caught her eye, one that had only gotten worse after everyone found out she’d been sneaking around with her best friend’s boyfriend.
I’d never figured out how much Morgan remembered of the night Jasmine had tried to sacrifice her to Loki. Jasmine had used a powerful artifact called the Bowl of Tears to basically turn Morgan into a mindless puppet, and Morgan had claimed not to know what had happened. But I had a hunch that she remembered everything Jasmine had done to her, because Morgan had changed since then. She didn’t seem as cold
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