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that much or nagged me about how messy my room always was.
    She’d even listened when I’d complained to her about my dad, and she’d always encouraged the two of us to try to get along better. In fact, Agrona was pretty much the only reason my dad and I had been civil to each other the last few years. But the whole time—the whole damn time —she’d been using us. Spying on the Protectorate through my dad and his friends, secretly sabotaging the missions she went on with them, keeping tabs on me so she could try to put Loki’s soul into my body when the evil god finally got free from Helheim.
    â€œWell, I thought we might go over to the academy today,” Dad said when it became apparent I wasn’t going to say anything else about my reasons for training so hard. “Get you all set up for classes next week.”
    â€œI thought you did that already,” I muttered.
    I hadn’t wanted to go back to the North Carolina academy, but I didn’t want to transfer the New York one either, or any of the others around the world. But my dad was a stickler for the rules, and he insisted that I return to one of the academies and get caught up on all the work I’d missed the past two weeks. As if nothing had happened. As if I hadn’t been connected to Loki. As if I hadn’t tried to murder Gwen. And most especially, as if everyone didn’t know about all the terrible things I’d done.
    Oh, I knew it was all the talk of the mythological world. How Logan freaking Quinn had gone all Reaper and almost killed Nike’s Champion and a whole bunch of other kids at the Aoide Auditorium. Oliver and Kenzie had told me about all of the calls, texts, and questions they’d gotten from the other kids at the academy. Not to mention the crazy rumors that were going around campus—everything from Gwen killing me, to me willingly joining and escaping with the Reapers, to my body being in cold storage in the morgue in the bottom of the math-science building.
    Apparently, Kenzie had started turning his phone off so he wouldn’t see all the silly questions and stupid messages. Nobody had been brave enough to text or call me, though. I supposed they were all too afraid of me for that.
    Nobody except for Gwen, that is.
    She’d even sent me a letter, telling me how she’d seen exactly what Loki had done to me, how he’d tortured me from the inside out, and how hard I’d fought against him. She also said that she forgave me for everything I’d done, for how I’d hurt her.
    Maybe she did, but I couldn’t forgive myself.
    But questions, rumors, and my own guilt aside, everyone would be watching me the second I set foot on any Mythos campus anywhere in the world. And right now, I just didn’t want to deal with all of the stares and whispers and stupid gossip .
    It was hard enough handling what had actually happened.
    â€œLogan?” Dad asked in a soft voice. “Are you okay?”
    â€œTerrific,” I muttered, pushing my scrambled eggs from one side of my plate to the other instead of eating them. “Just terrific.”
    â€œLook, I know it’s hard, but I really think that returning to school and getting back to some sort of normal routine will help you . . . deal with things,” he said. “You can’t just sit around here all day and do nothing.”
    â€œI’m not doing nothing. I’m training . Just like a real Spartan would, right?” I didn’t bother keeping the sarcasm out of my voice, but I couldn’t hide the hurt that went along with my words.
    Dad sighed and started to open his mouth, probably to lecture me some more about going back to school—
    A sharp knock sounded on the front door, cutting him off before he could get started. A second later, the door creaked open. I tensed and sat up straight in my chair, my fingers repositioning the knife and fork in my hands so I could lash out with