vanished, although my head kept aching, like I was getting a migraine. Great. Just what I needed.
I suppose it served me right for freaking out and being totally paranoid. Savannah wasn’t a Reaper. No way. She’d been there at the coliseum with Vivian yesterday, and she’d been attacked just like all the other kids. Savannah was a victim, just like everyone else.
Savannah’s mouth flattened out into a hard, thin line, and she said something to Talia. Soon, the other Amazon was glaring at me, too. Even Vivian shot me dark looks every time she flipped a page in her book, although her golden gaze was a little less hostile than the others’ were.
I sighed and turned away from them. Yeah, I knew Savannah blamed me for Logan’s breaking up with her, and I had plenty of guilt over that, but the other Amazon really needed to give it a rest with the dirty looks. It wasn’t like I’d done it on purpose. Besides, I didn’t even know what was going on with Logan and me, if we were a couple or just friends or something in between. The uncertainty was making me crazy—so crazy that I was imagining that Savannah was a Reaper. Geez. Get a grip, Gwen .
Suddenly tired of well, everything, especially the weird way I was feeling, I got to my feet and grabbed my gray messenger bag.
“Where are you going?” Carson asked.
Another giggle echoed through the dining hall as yet another girl fawned over Logan. The sound made my headache that much worse. “Someplace quiet where you can’t get autographs.”
Chapter 8
The rest of the day dragged by, but finally, it was time for my sixth period myth-history class. I slid into my seat behind Carson just as the bell rang.
A minute later, Professor Metis stepped into the classroom and closed the door behind her. Bronze skin, stocky body, silver glasses, black hair pulled back into a tight bun. Metis looked the same as she always did, although today, her eyes seemed dull and weary, and her shoulders drooped in exhaustion. Daphne might have healed Carson yesterday, but Metis had been responsible for patching up all the other students who’d been injured. It looked like the professor was still feeling the aftereffects of the attack, just like the rest of us were.
Metis shuffled over and arranged some papers on a podium that was almost as tall as she was. Then, she turned her attention to the students.
“I’m sure you’ve all heard by now about the Reaper attack,” she said. “About the students who were killed, the ones who were injured, and the others who fought back against the Reapers.”
Metis’s eyes focused first on Carson, then me, and all the other students turned to look in our direction, too. Carson sighed, while I sank a little lower into my seat. I didn’t know why Metis was making me out to be some kind of hero, when I knew that I wasn’t—and would never be.
“The students at the coliseum were all very brave,” Metis said. “And we can all learn something from what happened. As horrible as the attack was, it’s reminded me and the other professors what we are here to do. To teach you—all of you—how to best use your magic and skills to protect yourselves and your loved ones, and to fight against the Reapers should you ever be unlucky enough to encounter them like your classmates did.”
The professor looked from one kid to the next, until finally, her green eyes met mine. After a moment, I dropped my gaze. All I wanted to do was forget about what I’d seen yesterday, even though I knew I never would.
“I was going to quiz you today about the artifacts you were supposed to have gone to the coliseum to view over the winter break,” Metis said. “But that doesn’t seem fair, considering the circumstances.”
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Metis’s quizzes were always tricky, no matter how much you studied.
“Instead, I’d like you to turn your books to page 269,” Metis said. “Today, we’re going to discuss some of the unique
I suppose it served me right for freaking out and being totally paranoid. Savannah wasn’t a Reaper. No way. She’d been there at the coliseum with Vivian yesterday, and she’d been attacked just like all the other kids. Savannah was a victim, just like everyone else.
Savannah’s mouth flattened out into a hard, thin line, and she said something to Talia. Soon, the other Amazon was glaring at me, too. Even Vivian shot me dark looks every time she flipped a page in her book, although her golden gaze was a little less hostile than the others’ were.
I sighed and turned away from them. Yeah, I knew Savannah blamed me for Logan’s breaking up with her, and I had plenty of guilt over that, but the other Amazon really needed to give it a rest with the dirty looks. It wasn’t like I’d done it on purpose. Besides, I didn’t even know what was going on with Logan and me, if we were a couple or just friends or something in between. The uncertainty was making me crazy—so crazy that I was imagining that Savannah was a Reaper. Geez. Get a grip, Gwen .
Suddenly tired of well, everything, especially the weird way I was feeling, I got to my feet and grabbed my gray messenger bag.
“Where are you going?” Carson asked.
Another giggle echoed through the dining hall as yet another girl fawned over Logan. The sound made my headache that much worse. “Someplace quiet where you can’t get autographs.”
Chapter 8
The rest of the day dragged by, but finally, it was time for my sixth period myth-history class. I slid into my seat behind Carson just as the bell rang.
A minute later, Professor Metis stepped into the classroom and closed the door behind her. Bronze skin, stocky body, silver glasses, black hair pulled back into a tight bun. Metis looked the same as she always did, although today, her eyes seemed dull and weary, and her shoulders drooped in exhaustion. Daphne might have healed Carson yesterday, but Metis had been responsible for patching up all the other students who’d been injured. It looked like the professor was still feeling the aftereffects of the attack, just like the rest of us were.
Metis shuffled over and arranged some papers on a podium that was almost as tall as she was. Then, she turned her attention to the students.
“I’m sure you’ve all heard by now about the Reaper attack,” she said. “About the students who were killed, the ones who were injured, and the others who fought back against the Reapers.”
Metis’s eyes focused first on Carson, then me, and all the other students turned to look in our direction, too. Carson sighed, while I sank a little lower into my seat. I didn’t know why Metis was making me out to be some kind of hero, when I knew that I wasn’t—and would never be.
“The students at the coliseum were all very brave,” Metis said. “And we can all learn something from what happened. As horrible as the attack was, it’s reminded me and the other professors what we are here to do. To teach you—all of you—how to best use your magic and skills to protect yourselves and your loved ones, and to fight against the Reapers should you ever be unlucky enough to encounter them like your classmates did.”
The professor looked from one kid to the next, until finally, her green eyes met mine. After a moment, I dropped my gaze. All I wanted to do was forget about what I’d seen yesterday, even though I knew I never would.
“I was going to quiz you today about the artifacts you were supposed to have gone to the coliseum to view over the winter break,” Metis said. “But that doesn’t seem fair, considering the circumstances.”
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Metis’s quizzes were always tricky, no matter how much you studied.
“Instead, I’d like you to turn your books to page 269,” Metis said. “Today, we’re going to discuss some of the unique
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