to him yesterday—about how something hadn’t been his fault in the past and wasn’t going to be his fault in the future, either.
The Valkyrie raised her eyebrow. “Oh, suck it up, Gwen. The Spartan gave you a diamond necklace for Christmas. I’d say that’s a pretty good indication he likes you. And he did fight by your side in the coliseum.”
I sighed. “I know, I know. I just wish—I just wish I knew where things stood between the two of us. Once and for all.”
I watched as another girl from the table of first-year students got up, walked over to Logan, and got him to give her an autograph as well. I rolled my eyes.
“You’d at least think they’d ask us all for autographs,” I muttered. “We were there, too, and you saved Carson’s life.”
“Something I will be forever grateful for,” Carson said, squeezing Daphne’s hand.
Instead of being pleased by the band geek’s soft, sweet words, something uncertain flashed in Daphne’s eyes. After a moment, she slipped her hand out of his.
“I just remembered I need to run over to the library and get a reference book for my next class,” Daphne said. “See you guys later.”
The Valkyrie got to her feet, grabbed her Dooney & Bourke purse, and stalked out of the dining hall, leaving pink sparks of magic flashing in her wake.
“What’s wrong with her?” I asked.
Carson shrugged his lean shoulders. He didn’t know either. Daphne could be quick to anger, and she definitely had a temper, but she’d never just gotten up and walked away before—especially when she didn’t seem to be mad about anything. Strange.
More giggles sounded, and my fingers tightened around my fork as yet a third girl approached Logan.
I wasn’t the only one who noticed the Spartan’s new fan club. A few tables over from where Carson and I sat, Savannah glared at Logan. Savannah was sitting with Talia Pizarro and Vivian Holler, and I remembered what Daphne had said about the three of them being friends.
I actually knew Talia since we had gym class together and often ended up as sparring partners. Sometimes she dropped by when I was doing my early morning weapons training with the Spartans since she was dating Kenzie. Talia was tall and lithe with ebony skin and black hair that was cropped into a cute pixie cut. She was talking and gesturing about something, but Savannah wasn’t paying attention to her. Neither was Vivian, who had her head bent down over a thick book and was fiddling with a piece of her frizzy auburn hair. The first day back at school, and she was doing homework already? Even I wasn’t that dedicated—or geeky.
Savannah must have felt me staring because the Amazon turned her head and looked in my direction. Our gazes locked across the dining hall.
Once again, I thought I saw a burning flash of red in her eyes—Reaper red, as I’d come to think of it.
An uneasy feeling slithered up my spine. I’d only seen that crimson spark a few times before and always in the eyes of Reapers or the creatures they trained. Could Savannah—was it possible—could Savannah be a Reaper?
Maybe even the Reaper girl? Loki’s Champion?
I don’t know where the strange thoughts came from, but they popped into my head, and I couldn’t push them away. It was like someone was pounding the ideas into my skull with a hammer. My head started to ache, and my heart began to burn with anger at the thought of the Reaper girl and how she’d killed my mom. My hand tightened around my fork again, and I pictured myself shoving it into Savannah’s chest. I didn’t really consider myself to be a violent person, but that thought made me happy in a way that nothing else had in a long, long time—
“Gwen?” Carson asked. “Are you okay? You have this really angry look on your face right now. Did I do something to upset you?”
His soft, worried voice penetrated my anger. I dropped my eyes from Savannah and shook my head. Almost immediately, the rage I’d been feeling
The Valkyrie raised her eyebrow. “Oh, suck it up, Gwen. The Spartan gave you a diamond necklace for Christmas. I’d say that’s a pretty good indication he likes you. And he did fight by your side in the coliseum.”
I sighed. “I know, I know. I just wish—I just wish I knew where things stood between the two of us. Once and for all.”
I watched as another girl from the table of first-year students got up, walked over to Logan, and got him to give her an autograph as well. I rolled my eyes.
“You’d at least think they’d ask us all for autographs,” I muttered. “We were there, too, and you saved Carson’s life.”
“Something I will be forever grateful for,” Carson said, squeezing Daphne’s hand.
Instead of being pleased by the band geek’s soft, sweet words, something uncertain flashed in Daphne’s eyes. After a moment, she slipped her hand out of his.
“I just remembered I need to run over to the library and get a reference book for my next class,” Daphne said. “See you guys later.”
The Valkyrie got to her feet, grabbed her Dooney & Bourke purse, and stalked out of the dining hall, leaving pink sparks of magic flashing in her wake.
“What’s wrong with her?” I asked.
Carson shrugged his lean shoulders. He didn’t know either. Daphne could be quick to anger, and she definitely had a temper, but she’d never just gotten up and walked away before—especially when she didn’t seem to be mad about anything. Strange.
More giggles sounded, and my fingers tightened around my fork as yet a third girl approached Logan.
I wasn’t the only one who noticed the Spartan’s new fan club. A few tables over from where Carson and I sat, Savannah glared at Logan. Savannah was sitting with Talia Pizarro and Vivian Holler, and I remembered what Daphne had said about the three of them being friends.
I actually knew Talia since we had gym class together and often ended up as sparring partners. Sometimes she dropped by when I was doing my early morning weapons training with the Spartans since she was dating Kenzie. Talia was tall and lithe with ebony skin and black hair that was cropped into a cute pixie cut. She was talking and gesturing about something, but Savannah wasn’t paying attention to her. Neither was Vivian, who had her head bent down over a thick book and was fiddling with a piece of her frizzy auburn hair. The first day back at school, and she was doing homework already? Even I wasn’t that dedicated—or geeky.
Savannah must have felt me staring because the Amazon turned her head and looked in my direction. Our gazes locked across the dining hall.
Once again, I thought I saw a burning flash of red in her eyes—Reaper red, as I’d come to think of it.
An uneasy feeling slithered up my spine. I’d only seen that crimson spark a few times before and always in the eyes of Reapers or the creatures they trained. Could Savannah—was it possible—could Savannah be a Reaper?
Maybe even the Reaper girl? Loki’s Champion?
I don’t know where the strange thoughts came from, but they popped into my head, and I couldn’t push them away. It was like someone was pounding the ideas into my skull with a hammer. My head started to ache, and my heart began to burn with anger at the thought of the Reaper girl and how she’d killed my mom. My hand tightened around my fork again, and I pictured myself shoving it into Savannah’s chest. I didn’t really consider myself to be a violent person, but that thought made me happy in a way that nothing else had in a long, long time—
“Gwen?” Carson asked. “Are you okay? You have this really angry look on your face right now. Did I do something to upset you?”
His soft, worried voice penetrated my anger. I dropped my eyes from Savannah and shook my head. Almost immediately, the rage I’d been feeling
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