Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

what happened to his parents. Wrapping my free hand around our
laced fingers, I concentrate on sending every ounce of compassion
and sympathy I can to him. His hand relaxes and I can tell that he’s
calming down.
Nicole keeps going. “If you hadn’t been so self-centered, if you
had only told the council where we were—”
“I did,” he whispers, his words echoing through the ancient
halls.
Nicole stares at him, blinking. “You—what?”
“I did tell them,” he says, his voice steady. “I told the high council
that we were the ones that stole the nectar of the gods and fed it
to Hera’s son.”
“Oh my gods,” Troy gasps. He’d been silent and huddled against
the lockers up to this point, so what Griffin just said must have
been really bad.
“What?” I ask.
“If a god consumes ambrosia before the age of two, it steals his
immortality,” Griffin, not taking his eyes off Nicole, explains. “I told
them that we didn’t know. We were only seven, for Zeus’s sake.”
“Y-you did?” Nicole stammers, as if she can’t believe what Griffin
said. “You told them?”
“I did.”
“Then why—”
“My parents insisted I was lying to protect them.” The muscles
of his jaw clench and I can tell he’s boiling with emotion—he has
been holding on to this since his parents disappeared more than
ten years ago.
I lift our joined hands and kiss his palm.
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