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I jerk back a little at his harsh tone. “Told about what?” “The school. Who have you told about the school?” He’s speaking quickly, with an urgency he hasn’t shown before. “If you mean the Big Secret, I haven’t told anybody.” I may have let half a detail slip to Cesca the other night, but that in no way constitutes telling the secret. Damian runs a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair as he sinks into his chair. “Phoebe, please. This is no time for playing games. The safety of the school and everyone on the island is at stake.” If he sounded even a little melodramatic I might have dismissed this line of questioning as paranoid. But he doesn’t. So I don’t. “All right.” I take a seat across from him. “In an IM chat on Sunday night I accidentally sent my best friend a line about using supernatural powers. I meant to send it to Nicole—I got the windows confused is all. But Cesca won’t tell anyone. I’m one hundred percent certain.” Except for maybe Nola—but she wouldn’t tell anyone, either. Only, if Cesca didn’t tell anyone, how did Damian find out? “What happened?” I ask, afraid of the answer. Rubbing his eyes with one hand, Damian sighs. Loudly. “The island itself is safe, protected by the gods. The shield, however, only prevents nothos from accidentally witnessing something supernatural. If they know what they’re looking for the gods cannot stop them.” He runs his hand through his hair, messing it up. “If even one untrustworthy nothos knows the truth, we are vulnerable to discovery.” Suddenly I feel awful for even the accidental slip-up. Even 174
though I didn’t mean to do it, it still had the same result. From the way Damian looks things must be really bad, too. “Our web scanners flagged a search from a southern California IP address.” He pushes a piece of paper across his desk. Search string: supernatural powers Serfopoula Greece Results: suppress Location: Los Angeles County “Oh.” It has to be Cesca. No one else would even have a clue. But I know she did it with the best intentions. “She must have been worried after I told her I couldn’t tell her anything. We haven’t kept secrets. Ever. It probably freaked her out.” That makes me feel better about her not responding to the millions of e-mails and IMs I’ve been sending. Even though she’s hurt that I can’t confide she’s still trying to find out what’s going on with me. She’s a true friend. “We cannot undo your accident,” Damian says. He sounds resigned, which makes me feel worse. “There might not be anything to worry about. We shall wait and see if there are any more incidents.” “And if there are?” “We will have to take countermeasures.” “Countermeasures?” I picture Cesca, her feet encased in concrete blocks, sinking slowly to the floor of the Pacific. Maybe the Greek gods operate like the mafia. 175
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I jerk back a little at his harsh tone. “Told about what?”<br />
“The school. Who have you told about the school?”<br />
He’s speaking quickly, with an urgency he hasn’t shown before.<br />
“If you mean the Big Secret, I haven’t told anybody.”<br />
I may have let half a detail slip to Cesca the other night, but that<br />
in no way constitutes telling the secret.<br />
Damian runs a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair as he sinks<br />
into his chair. “Phoebe, please. This is no time for playing games.<br />
The safety of the school and everyone on the island is at stake.”<br />
If he sounded even a little melodramatic I might have dismissed<br />
this line of questioning as paranoid. But he doesn’t. So I don’t.<br />
“All right.” I take a seat across from him. “In an IM chat on<br />
Sunday night I accidentally sent my best friend a line about using<br />
supernatural powers. I meant to send it to Nicole—I got the windows<br />
confused is all. But Cesca won’t tell anyone. I’m one hundred<br />
percent certain.”<br />
Except for maybe Nola—but she wouldn’t tell anyone, either.<br />
Only, if Cesca didn’t tell anyone, how did Damian find out?<br />
“What happened?” I ask, afraid of the answer.<br />
Rubbing his eyes with one hand, Damian sighs. Loudly.<br />
“The island itself is safe, protected by the gods. The shield, however,<br />
only prevents nothos from accidentally witnessing something<br />
supernatural. If they know what they’re looking for the gods cannot<br />
stop them.” He runs his hand through his hair, messing it up. “If<br />
even one untrustworthy nothos knows the truth, we are vulnerable<br />
to discovery.”<br />
Suddenly I feel awful for even the accidental slip-up. Even<br />
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