Goddess Boot Camp(24)

“Katara?” Griffin gets that adorable scowl between his brows. “Why do you want to know about him?”

“He’s one of the counselors.” I remember him leaning back on his elbows, staring at the sky while everyone else did introductions. “All he said about himself was, ‘Xander Katara. Level 13.’ Didn’t even say who he descends from. Total enigma.”

“Sounds like him.”

Our arms brush as we squeeze through a narrow section of the cross-country course. Glancing down at where the brief contact left little tingles, I realize I forgot to start the stopwatch . . . again. Quickly clicking it on, I make a mental note to add three minutes to the time from when we started. Where is my head, lately?

No, I know where it is.

“So . . . ?” I prod when Griffin doesn’t say more about the mysterious Xander. “Who is he descended from?”

Griffin shrugs. “Who knows? He’s kind of a loner, like Nic.”

She’s an enigma, too.

“I still don’t know her god.” She’s avoided the question more times than I can ask, sly girl. “Who is she descended from?”

“If she hasn’t told you,” he says with a laugh, “then I won’t. She just started speaking to me again. I’m not about to piss her off.”

“Why the big secret?” Seems like everyone in this world has some whoppers. “What difference does it make who Nicole or Xander is descended from?”

“To some people,” he explains, “it makes a huge difference. You know how most descendants stick to their own kind?”

I nod, remembering last year when Nicole and Troy gave me a crash course in the Academy cliques. Aphrodites stick with Aphrodites. Zeuses hang with other Zeuses and, because of the Olympian marriage, Heras. And those are just the populars. Breaking those cliques is practically impossible.

“Well, some associations work opposite,” he continues with a heavy tone. “There are some gods and heroes that no one is proud to descend from.”

“Is that Nicole’s situation?” I ask in a near whipser.

“No, that’s just an example.” His fists clench, a sign he’s processing some serious emotion. “There are thousands of years of history in our world, Phoebes. Not all of it honorable.”

We run in silence for a few minutes. I focus on my steps and my breathing, on feeling my core muscles react to the faster pace. Step, step, step, breath. My rhythm. Step, step, step—

“That’s weird about Katara, though,” Griffin says suddenly.

“What?”

“I wonder why Petrolas made him a counselor?” Griffin shakes his head. “He’s not exactly a model student. He got expelled in Level 10. He’s actually a year older than the rest of the Level 13s because he was gone for an entire school year.”

Hmm. The mystery-shrouded rebel boy gets even more mysterious. Maybe that’s why Stella’s attracted to him. He’s the complete opposite of her kiss-up preppy-girl style.

“What did he do?”

“Petrolas kept it quiet.” Griffin wipes a sheen of sweat off his forehead, then runs his hand through his lush curls. “No one thought he’d ever be back.”

I wonder how someone gets expelled from the Academy—where students zap one another (secretly) every day—and then readmitted? Maybe Stella knows what happened. She can be deviously determined when she wants to be. And where Xander is concerned, she is clearly motivated. I don’t really get the attraction, though. I mean, he has that rebel-boy image going for him, if you like that kind of thing. Which she clearly does. Me? I prefer the heroic athlete type. I mean, how many girls get to date a descendant of Hercules? One. Literally. Griffin’s the only one, and he’s all mine.

Of course at first I thought Griff was the bad-boy type, but that turned out to be only one thin layer of his personality. Maybe there’s something deeper in Xander, too.

Watching Griff from the corner of my eye, I smile. I don’t think I could have dreamed up a more perfect guy.

“Can we run in the morning tomorrow?” he asks.

“Sure,” I say, though I’m a little disappointed at the thought of getting up early. It’s bad enough I have camp every day on my summer vacation. But better to run early with Griffin than alone at any other time. “Any particular reason?”

“Aunt Lili wants me to go to Serifos with her to stock up on fresh berries.”

As we kick up our pace a notch, I try to ignore the sour feeling in my gut. Maybe I just imagined the hint of guilt in his voice.





“I found several promising exercises in my files,” Stella says as we stack up our dishes and carry them to the kitchen.