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I hoped they never would.
“It means I don’t come from the Olympian gods’ bloodlines,” I said giddily. “I don’t belong to any of your houses since I’m not a descendant, unlike the surviving initiates and your Dominion soldiers. You have no right to hold me here. You must release me immediately!”
“Like hell we’ll ever let you go,” Zak said. The sudden possessiveness in his voice took me aback.
“But I don’t belong in Half-Blood Academy,” I shouted. “If you want me to stay, you can send me to the Other Academy. I’ll fit right in there.” I wanted to be with Jasper and Circe, the only family I had. “As Saint Theodore said,” I continued, lowering my voice a little at the demigods’ dark looks, “I’m clearly not exactly a human. But since I’m not your kind either, I must be some other kind, something like a witch. I’ll just pack my stuff and go to the Other Academy.”
I didn’t have any stuff. I’d be just packing myself.
I jumped up from Axel’s throne, but Zak caught me.
He held my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “You’ll stay with us. We’ll train you in person to make your power manifest. We’ll help you figure it out.”
I stared at the demigods in dismay while Paxton offered me a villainous smile.
I had a terrible feeling they’d never leave me alone and they’d never let me go, no matter what.
CHAPTER 8
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Iwas sharing a dormitorywith seven other girls.
Fortunately, Demetra didn’t share the room with us. If she had, I would never have slept with both eyes closed. But Demetra and her minions holed up in the dorm across the hallway from us.
The two girls whose bunk beds neared the door were second-year students. Four other first-years had been enrolled four months ago, so Yelena and I seemed to have a lot to catch up on and a big gap to shorten.
However, I didn’t feel the pressure as much as my friend did. I was probably the only one in the Academy who had no ambition to be at the top of the class—or even to graduate—or to catch the demigods’ eyes.
I didn’t mind failing an exam. Actually, I aimed for failing.
I was born a hunter, not some Dominion drone who put up with all sorts of crap and took orders from every shitty jerk above my rank.
I definitely had issues with authority.
The demigods were welcome to kick me out at anytime or kiss my ass.
My bunkmates insisted on me showing them my mark. Finally, I caved. We weren’t senior-year students, so we weren’t granted a private bathroom. They’d catch me naked in the public bath chamber eventually.
“You don’t have any symbol on your skin, Marigold,” one of my bunkmates, Autumn, cried in alarm. “Everyone receives a power symbol on their skin to indicate which god’s house they belong to. How come you didn’t get one, even though you survived the ritual?”
“The demigods wondered the same thing,” I said drily. “For all I care what they think. Even Theodore couldn’t figure out shit.”
