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and pushing it, and the mystery fruit, away. “All you’ve been talking about for the last two weeks is this weekend getaway all the students are invited to.”
    “Not just any getaway,” Daphne said. “ Winter Carnival . Trust me. It’s one of the best events of the year.”
    “Why?” I groused. “Because everyone gets to go to some fancy ski resort for the weekend, where they can drink, smoke, and have sex with limited interference from the professors?”
    Daphne grinned, her black eyes bright with excitement. “Exactly.”
    I didn’t see how the carnival would be any different from what went on at the academy on a daily basis, but I didn’t say anything. The kids might all be at Mythos to supposedly learn how to fight and use their magic to help protect the world, but they liked to party hard while they did it. Given the fact that everyone’s parents were filthy, filthy rich, they could easily afford to. Apparently, back in the day, all the various gods and goddesses had rewarded their warriors with gold, silver, and diamonds the size of my fist. The wealth had trickled down and multiplied through the generations, which is why the Mythos students had the very best of everything, from designer clothes to expensive cars to custom-made jewelry and weapons.
    Back at my old high school, a party had been a sixpack of wine coolers that somebody’s college-age sister had bought on the sly. Here at Mythos, the kids whose parents owned Dionysian wineries sent them cases of the stuff.
    “Come on,” Daphne wheedled. “I’ll need somebody to hold my hair back while I puke my guts out. Some of the parties can get pretty wild.”
    I raised an eyebrow. “Too wild for a mighty Valkyrie such as yourself to handle?”
    Daphne grinned again. I snorted.
    Like the other kids at Mythos, Daphne Cruz was the great-great-whatever descendant of an ancient warrior. Oh, she looked like just another rich, spoiled princess, with her smooth, golden hair; perfect amber skin; expensive pink cashmere sweater; and even more expensive matching pink purse. Daphne was definitely a girly-girl, but she also happened to be a Valkyrie as well, which meant she was incredibly strong. Seriously. Like Hulk strong. Daphne could have torn apart the table we were sitting at with her bare hands and not even break a nail doing it.
    Valkyries also had magic, hence all the sparks flickering around us and in other spots in the dining hall where the girls were sitting. Every time Daphne’s French-manicured nails scraped against something or she got particularly emotional, little princess pink sparks would shoot off her fingertips and fill the air. Daphne had once told me that her fingers were like sparklers on the Fourth of July. I didn’t mind the cracks and flashes of color, though. Sitting next to her was like being close to a rainbow. Well, if rainbows were solid pink. And volatile. Sometimes Daphne’s temper flared up almost as much as the sparks did.
    Daphne’s magic hadn’t quickened, or manifested, yet, but once it did, she’d have even more power. Valkyries had all sorts of magical abilities, like being able to heal people, control the weather, and even create illusions.
    I shivered. I’d learned that last one the hard way a few weeks ago, when Jasmine Ashton, another one of the rich Valkyrie princesses at Mythos, had summoned up an illusion of a Nemean prowler to try to kill me. If you believed in an illusion, it could hurt you—even kill you—like the real thing. The prowler—a big, black, pantherlike monster—would have ripped me to shreds if Logan hadn’t stabbed it to death, causing the illusion to vanish.
    Maybe I had my own twisted kind of power today, because as soon as I thought about Logan, he stepped through the door of the dining hall—with Savannah right beside him. No doubt Logan had come here to grab some breakfast before classes started, just like I had. The Spartan had showered and changed since I’d last seen him in the