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concentrated on my own shot.
    Once again, my own arrow zoomed straight into the center of the target.
    “All right,” Kenzie said, clapping his hands. “It looks like we’re finally making progress with something.”
    He grinned at me, and I returned his smile, even though I could see Oliver scowling behind him. I still didn’t understand exactly what I’d done, how I’d used Daphne’s memories to help myself, but at least I’d hit the target again. Yeah, it was kind of weird, but in a good way. It was certainly better than a lot of things I’d experienced since coming to the academy.
    I turned around to see if Logan had noticed my success—and saw him French-kissing Savannah in the gym doorway. The Amazon had her arms around his neck, and Logan had his wrapped around her waist, pulling her even closer to him. They kissed for another few seconds before Savannah drew back. She grabbed the front of Logan’s shirt and yanked him out of the gym. I didn’t know where they were headed, but it was obvious what they were going to do—sneak in a make-out session before morning classes started.
    Cold, bitter, aching hurt frosted my heart, piercing it the way my arrow had the target a few seconds ago.
    “Gwen?” Kenzie asked, his voice soft and kind.
    For once, even Oliver was quiet, instead of stinging me with some barbed remark.
    Not everyone at the academy knew about my massive crush on Logan, but it had no doubt become painfully obvious to Kenzie and Oliver, since they’d watched me train with Logan for weeks now. Plus, they’d just seen my reaction to him leaving me behind to go tongue wrestle with another girl.
    “I’m fine,” I snapped, hating the fact that they knew how much I cared about Logan, hating the fact that I still felt this way in the first place. “Let’s keep practicing.”
    Kenzie handed me another arrow. He didn’t say a word. Neither did Oliver.
    Still channeling Daphne’s memories and my own anger, I put five more arrows dead center into the target before training time was over.
     

    “You have to come to Winter Carnival, Gwen. It’s a Mythos Academy tradition. Everybody will be there.”
    I ignored Daphne and stabbed another miniscule piece of fruit in the delicate, white china bowl in front of me. The fruit was a vibrant yellow color, with a strange, pointed shape. Definitely not kiwi. Maybe a star fruit? I brought it up to my nose and sniffed, but all I could smell was the sharp, sweet tang of the honey-vanilla-lime dressing. The weird fruit didn’t look like it would kill me if I ate it. Then again, a lot of things at the academy seemed far nicer than they really were.
    Across from me, Daphne cut another dainty bite of an egg white omelet topped with chunks of fresh, buttery lobster; sautéed spinach; and thick crumbles of Feta cheese. The Valkyrie was actually eating lobster for breakfast—and enjoying every single bite of it. Yucko.
    Lobster was actually one of the tamer things served in the dining hall. Caviar, escargot, and veal were among the daily offerings for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, along with tons of other fancy, froufrou foods. Even the regular dishes—like lasagna, fried chicken, or the fruit salad I was eating—always featured weird ingredients, strange sauces, and bizarre toppings. But the other kids loved all the exotic foods, since they’d grown up eating the expensive entrées with their obscenely rich parents. The Mythos students scarfed down snails the way kids at my old public high school had inhaled greasy pizzas, crispy fries, and thick cheeseburgers.
    The lack of simple, identifiable, normal food was one of the things I hated about the dining hall—and one of the many things I hated about Mythos Academy in general.
    “Gwen? Are you even listening to me?” Daphne snapped her fingers in front of my face, causing pink sparks of magic to flutter around us like tiny fireflies.
    “I don’t have to listen,” I said, putting my fork down in the bowl