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“Don’t roll your eyes at us, Cookie,” Axel said. “One day you’ll be stuck with a face just like that.”
Héctor glared at him for that prediction.
“If so, will you leave me alone?” I asked hopefully.
“Never,” Axel and Zak answered at the same time.
“I’ll just have to put up with your new look,” Axel continued.
“The elixir is valuable,” Héctor coaxed in a velvet voice. “Only the demigods are allowed to drink it, and we only consume it when we’re badly wounded in battle, since we don’t have many bottles left.”
My heart clenched at the harsh truth that the demigods could perish, too, if they weren’t careful.
“If a mortal took the medicine, they’d enjoy a long life,” Axel said.
“All the more reason why I shouldn’t take it.” Also, the smell was seriously off-putting. “I’ve shown you that I can regenerate all by myself. And I don’t care about having a long life.”
Immortality could be a curse.
Yet none of the demigods would listen to me. In fact, they wouldn’t let it go until I’d drunk up the bottle.
That was the thing with the demigods. They always got what they wanted.
So after the elixir event, after I felt stronger from absorbing the potion, I’d come up with my own code of conduct.
Headline: I, Marigold, wouldn’t let the demigods have their way with me if it wasn’t what I wanted.
Sub-headlines:
Finish the term at the academy, as I’d negotiated with the demigods last night.
I didn’t exactly have a place to go if I left. My old hunting life wasn’t an option since my old teammates had moved on and settled down in the Other Academy.
Try not to sleep with the demigods, no matter how much I may want to.
Stay optimistic. And give Pigston and all the bullies Hell.
Bearing those mottos in mind, my confidence wheeled back as I scanned the sharks in the hall.
My boots clicked on the floor, which now seemed to be the only sound.
Look your fill.
I wasn’t embarrassed or afraid of being the center of attention, though I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t care for any of the students, except for my few friends, and I searched for them.
A short-haired girl with faint freckles dotting her creamy face shot toward me, and a good-looking guy who wore his dirty-blond hair in a manbun was right on her heels.
A slow grin broke across my face.
We crashed in a group hug.
When she’d gotten control of her sobs, Yelena raised her misty gray eyes to study me.
“Miss me, pip?” I asked, my spark returning. You gotta have some of that in order to survive here, or this place would chew you up and spit you out as a drone.
“Welcome back, Mari,” Nat said, returning a grin as we broke our embrace. “Now let’s go eat.”
Guys were more practical when it involved filling their stomachs.
