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his mystery crush might be. Whatever. I didn’t care what Oliver thought about me. Besides, he’d started it by making fun of my T-shirt. I might not know how to sling a sword, but I could throw verbal daggers with the best of them.
    After about a minute of talking, Kenzie and Oliver broke apart. They both headed toward the archery target, and Kenzie gestured for me to follow them. Apparently, I hadn’t pissed them off enough to make them forget about the rest of our training session. Too bad.
    Sighing, I got to my feet, ready to show the Spartans that I sucked just as much at using a bow as I did at swinging a sword.

    Chapter 2

    Thwang!
    For the fifth time in as many tries, my arrow weakly thumped against the target, then bounced off and fell to the gym floor.
    “No, no, no,” Kenzie said, shaking his head. “How many times do I have to tell you? Using a bow is just like using a sword. You can’t be timid about it, Gwen. You have to pull back the string and let the arrow go like you really mean it. Otherwise, you’re not going to get enough power to make your arrow go through your target.”
    “Yeah, Gwen,” Oliver sniped. “You want to kill Reapers, not make them die laughing at you.”
    I ignored Oliver’s snide comment, focused on Kenzie’s advice, and blew a loose strand of hair off my face. “Power. Mean it. Right.”
    I’d been practicing for the last fifteen minutes with a long, curved bow, while the Spartans had looked on and called out advice. Surprisingly, my aim was decent enough to let me hit the outer rim of the target, but I had yet to actually have an arrow stick in it. They all kept bouncing off. Kenzie claimed it was because I wasn’t pulling the string back far enough and giving the arrow enough force to penetrate the target. I thought it was because I was just as bad at archery as I was at swordplay. I got good grades. Why did I have to be coordinated, too?
    “Here,” Kenzie said, handing me another arrow. “Let’s try again.”
    Kenzie shook his head at Oliver, who snickered. I sighed and nocked the arrow.
    One of the gym doors squeaked open, and Logan stepped back inside. But he wasn’t alone—Savannah Warren was with him.
    Savannah was a gorgeous Amazon, with intense green eyes and a mane of red hair that blazed down her back in a sunset of ringlets. She also happened to be Logan’s current squeeze—one in a long, long line if you believed the gossip around campus.
    Logan had a reputation for being one of the resident man-whores at Mythos Academy—the kind of guy that girls just couldn’t resist and didn’t really want to anyway. He certainly looked the part with his piercing, ice blue eyes; thick, ink black hair; and muscled body. He practically oozed bad-boy charm, even when wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants like he was now. One of the rumors that had gone around campus back in the fall was that Logan signed the mattress of every girl that he slept with at Mythos, just so he could keep them all straight.
    Logan stood in the gym doorway, smiling down at Savannah. The Amazon toyed with his shirt, sliding her hand back and forth across his sculpted chest. My fingers tightened around the bow, and ugly, jealous anger burned in the pit of my stomach.
    Logan and I had almost had a—a— thing a few weeks back. A freaking moment . Okay, several moments . The Spartan had gotten into the habit of saving my life, first when a Nemean prowler had tried to turn me into catnip, and then later on when a Valkyrie had wanted to kill me for messing up her evil plans. Bad-boy charm I could deal with, but saving my life? Twice? That was a little tougher to forget. I’d fallen hard for Logan as a result, even going so far as to ask him out.
    He’d turned me down flat.
    Logan had claimed that I didn’t know what Spartans were really capable of, that I didn’t know what he was capable of, and that he wasn’t the hero I thought he was.
    Whatever. If he didn’t like me, he could have just said