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gym, and his black hair was still damp. He’d traded in his T-shirt and sweatpants for acid-washed jeans, a blue sweater, and a black leather jacket that outlined his muscled shoulders. He looked totally sexy.
    I watched Logan wind his way through the dining hall, past the oil paintings of various mythological feasts that covered the walls, and the polished suits of armor that stood guard beneath them. He led Savannah to a table not too far away from where Daphne and I were sitting. Like all the others, the table was covered with creamy white linens, dainty china, and a heavy crystal vase full of fresh poppies, hyacinths, and narcissus flowers.
    The table also had the advantage of being right next to the open-air indoor garden that stood in the middle of the dining hall. Grape vines twisted through the area, winding their way over, around, and sometimes through the thick branches of the olive, orange, and almond trees planted in the black soil there. Marble statues of Demeter, Dionysus, and other gods and goddesses could be seen in various spots in the garden, their heads facing out and their eyes open, as though they were watching the students eat the bounty of the harvests they represented.
    Logan and Savannah might as well have been eating in a romantic restaurant. The ambience was pretty much the same—especially given the dreamy way the two of them stared into each other’s eyes.
    Daphne realized that I wasn’t paying attention to her anymore and turned around to see what I was looking at. Her pretty face softened with knowing sympathy, which made me feel even worse.
    “Did I mention that it’s not just Mythos students who will be at the carnival?” Daphne asked. “Lots of kids from the New York academy will be there too.”
    I blinked. “There are more academies out there? I thought this was the only school for warriors.”
    “Oh, no. There’s a school up in New York and one out in Denver. Paris, London, Athens—there are lots of Mythos branches around the world, although the one here at Cypress Mountain is the biggest and the best.”
    “Really? Why’s that?”
    Daphne rolled her eyes. “Because it’s the one we go to, silly. Plus, we’ve got the Library of Antiquities. None of the other branches has a library like ours, especially not one with as many artifacts.”
    At the academy, students learned about gods, goddesses, warriors, myths, magic, and monsters from every culture in the world—Greek, Norse, Roman, Japanese, Chinese, Native American, Egyptian, Indian, Russian, Irish, African, and all the others out there. I supposed it made sense there would be other branches, other schools, located throughout the world.
    “Anyway,” Daphne said. “My point is that there will be some new blood there. Some of the guys from the New York academy are supercute. I flirted with a couple of them myself during last year’s carnival. Plus, most of their parents have mansions in the Hamptons, which is a great place to go for spring and summer breaks.”
    “Cute guys, huh?” I asked, still staring at Logan.
    “ Tons of them,” Daphne promised. “I’m sure we can find you somebody to hook up with for the weekend. Somebody to take your mind off other ... things.”
    I sighed. It had been weeks since I’d asked out Logan and he’d rejected me, but my feelings for him hadn’t changed one bit. I didn’t know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.
    “So what do you say, Gwen?” Daphne asked. “Are you ready to have some fun?”
    Savannah threw back her head and laughed at something Logan said. The soft, happy sound zipped across the room like a spear, burying itself in my skull.
    “I’ll think about it,” I promised my best friend.
    Then I grabbed my stuff, got up, and left the dining hall, so I wouldn’t have to see the happy couple eat breakfast together.

    Chapter 3

    Despite my sour mood, the day passed by with its usual mix of classes, lectures, and boring