Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

He nods once.
“How many of you are there?”
Grim faced, he keeps staring off ahead—we’ve made it out of the
woods and are now crossing the lawn below the school. Thinking
he’s so mad he’s not going to answer, I drop my head back against
his arm and relax. Might as well enjoy the ride.
“One.” His blue eyes glow as they meet my brown ones. “Just
one.”
“You’re the only descendant of Hercules?” Wow. That must be a
major burden. “How is that possible?”
“There is only one child born to the Herculean line each generation.”
“Then what about your parents?”
The glow in his eyes disappears. “They’re . . . not around.”
“Not around? Are they traveling or something?”
“No.”
“Oh.” Okay. I have no idea what he’s saying—what I’m supposed
to get from his cryptic responses—but I get the feeling he’s not
going to elaborate.
“So, um . . .” I try to think of something to talk about, to break
this tense silence. “. . . where are you—”
“You’re friends with Nicole.”
I’m not sure if I’m more shocked that he’s actually speaking or
that he’s speaking about Nicole. Especially after what she told me
about their past.
“Yes,” I answer carefully.
“She and I—” He shakes his head. “I don’t know if she told you,
but—”
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