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    We kept looking. Alexei, Oliver, and Rachel reappeared, all of them carrying an armload of firewood...ew minutes later, Rachel starte...ire i...tone pit close to the tents...oo...reak from the search to go warm up...urned this way and that, letting the heat from the crackling flames soak into the front and back of my body, before diving into the flowers once more.

    Another hour passed. By this point, camp had been made, and we were all searching for the ambrosia flowers. But no one was having any luck.

    "Anything?" Ajax called out, his voice tight with frustration.

    We all shook our heads. He sighed and crouched back down, peering over the flowers in front of him and comparing them to the image on his phone, like the rest of us were doing.

    I finished sweepin...ection and stood up to stretch out my close to the right edge of the courtyard, and my heart sank once again a...ooked out at all of the plants and vines. We hadn't even covered half of the courtyard yet. We could search fo...eek and still not come acros...ingle ambrosia flowe...nd Nickamedes didn't have that kind of time left.

    I sighed and leaned agains...alf-crumbled wall. At least...ried to...inced as something sharp dug into my back, poking me even through my purple snowsuit and all the on underneath...urned around and realized it wasn'...all I'd been leaning agains...t wa...tatue of the goddess Eir.

    I straightened up and stepped back. "Whoops. Sorry about that...idn't mean to block your view or imagine how much you like to look out over your flowers."

    Of course, the statue didn't respond. Instead, it seemed to stare at me.

    Somehow, the goddess's head had turned in my direction until her empty stone eyes were firmly fixed on me...ighed. Every statue stared at me. That was of my life at Mythos. I'd thought that I'd quit being creeped out by it, but apparently not. Or maybe my unease was becaus...oddess was looking at m... goddess whose standing in right now. It wouldn't surprise me if her eyes suddenly popped open, an...eries of poisoned darts shot out and slammed into my chest. That was what always happened in the movies.

    I held my breath fo...oment, but Eir kept staring at me. Apparently...asn't going to get pumped full of poison darts after all. Good. That was good.

    The goddess looked at m...oment longe...nd then her head began to move.

    Seriously, the ston...t jus...he statue just turned. One second, Eir was peering straight at me. The next...eries of small scrape-scrape-scrapes sounded. By the tim...linked again, the goddess was looking in the opposite direction. Not only that, bu...wore her raise her hand, her finger pointing toward the back corner of the garde...lmost like she wanted me to go see what was over there.

    I eased away from the statue. The goddess kept pointing toward that one spot, although her head swiveled back around in my direction. Afte...oment, her eyes narrowed, as if she was upset tha...adn't already followed her instructions. Once again thinking of poisoned darts and other nasty traps...ecided to do what she wanted. Probably no...ood idea to ange...oddess when you were in her house. Or at least standing in what was left of it.

    "Okay, okay, I'm going, I'm going,"...aid. "Give m...econd."

    I maneuvered around to the other side of the statue. Then...eaned down s...ould ge...etter look at the spot where she was pointing. Onc...a...ead on it...eaded in that direction.

    Everyone else was still busy searching for the flowers, so no one noticed me walking along the crumbled right wall of the courtyard. Every so often...lanced behind me, but the statue of Eir kept pointing in the same direction. Finally...eached what seemed to be the right spot...rouched down, my eyes sweeping over the patch of flowers in front of me. Thick stands of vivid purple lilac mixed with some sort of curling vines that were topped by large, grayish morning glorys. No white flowers and nothing that looked like it could remotely be Chloris ambrosia. Frustration filled me, an...ooked over my shoulder at Eir.

    "Don't tell me you sent me over here o...ild goose chase,"...uttered.

    The statue's eyes seemed to narro...ittle more, as if she was displeased with me and my snarky tone. Well, she wouldn't be the first perso...r the last.

    "Okay, okay,"...uttered again. "Who a...o questio...oddess?"

    So once agai...ooked at the statue, trying to see exactly what she was pointing at, an...ealized her finger wasn't aimed down at the ground but rather at the rock wall in front of me.

    I turned my head, raised my gaz...nd almost shrieked face-to-face with another gryphon carving.

    Seriously...ooked u...nd it was this freaking close to my nose...ocked back on my heels and almost toppled over befor...anaged to find my balance...rew i...ouple of breaths to calm my racing heart., Gwen. It was onl...arving, one of dozens I'd seen so far in the courtyard. It wasn't like it wa...eal gryphon.

    But the mor...ooked at it, the mor...ealized it wasn't jus...arving o...rypho...t was one of Eir too. The gryphon stood in front of the goddess with its head bowed...ew small, fragile-looking flowers had actually grown out of the part of the rock that formed the gryphon's beak, making it look like the creature was presenting Eir with the flowers. Okay, that wa...ittle strange, but my unease didn't keep me from peering even closer at the blossoms.

    I used my phone to pull up the photo of the ambrosia flowers. Green vine, white flowers. So far, so good. Now came the real test...eld my hand up and gently turned one of the flowers so tha...ould see inside it.

    Purple and gray streaks ringed the petals.

    My heart started to pound with excitement, bu...ade myself study the flowers that much closer. They were tiny, each one barely bigger than my thumbnail, an...ompared them once again to the photo on my phone. Green vine, white flowers, purple and gray streaks.

    This't mad...istak...nd that we ha...hance to save Nickamedes after all.

    "Hey!"...alled out...rin spreading across my face. "I found them...ound the ambrosia flowers!"

    The others hurried over, and we all peered at the blossoms growing out of the rock wall.

    "That's them, isn't it?"...sked.

    Ajax held his own phone up against the flowers. "It looks like them to me. Rachel?"

    She nodded her head in agreement.

    "How did you ever think to look in this remote spot?" Covington asked, staring at me instead of the flowers. "We all assumed the Chloris ambrosia would be in the courtyard itself, not out here on the edge."

    I shrugged. "I'm just lucky...uess."

    The librarian looked at me suspiciously, but he didn't say anything else. The others started slapping me on the back and congratulating me, bu...ould still feel Covington's gaze on me...ondered what Ajax had told him about m...nd what he knew from the gossip he'd heard. But there was nothin...ould do about Covington and what he thought about me, s...ooked at Ajax once more.

    "Now what?"...sked.

    "Now we wait until midnight," Ajax rumbled.

    Chapter 24

    Now that we'd found the ambrosia flowers, there wasn't anything left for us to do but wait, like Coach Ajax had said...ulled out my cell phone and tried to call Grandma Frost, bu...idn't have any reception this high up on the mountain. S...unkered down with the others.

    We heated up our dinne... thick, hearty roasted potato soup that Rachel had made this morning, along with grilled chicken sandwiches topped with fresh vegetables an...picy, horseradish mayonnaise on herbed focaccia bread. We washed the meal down with some warm apple cider and hot chocolate. Then...rabbed marshmallows, graham crackers, and thick bars of dark chocolate out of my backpack, and we had s'mores for dessert.

    "Only you would think to full of sugar like this." Daphne snorted, but it didn't keep her from fixing herself three s'mores.

    I grinned. "What ca...ay...rought the important stuff."

    After dinner, Carson, Oliver, and Covington left to go find enough firewood to last us through the night, while Ajax, Rory, Daphne, and Alexei started talking about weapons and fighting techniques. Ajax started demonstrating some moves, and soon, they were all grappling and tossing each other around. That left me sitting by the fire with Rachel. She stared at me time.

    "Is there something you want to say to me?"...inally asked.

    She shrugged. "You don't look much lik...orseti. Tyson, Rory's dad, had light, sandy hair and blue eyes. So did your dad."

    I reached up and tried to smooth down my brown hair, but it only frizzed back out again. "Everyone say...ook like my mom. Violet eyes are smiling eyes. She used to say tha...ot."

    Rachel smile...ittle. "She sounds woman."

    "She was. She was the best."

    "What happened to her?"

    "She was murdered by Reapers."

    Rachel winced. "Oh. I'm so sorry."

    I nodded, accepting her sympathy. "What wa... . what was my dad like? Did you know him?"

    Rachel shifted on the rock she was sitting on. "No...idn't know Tyr all that well. Not as well Tyson. Then again...ever dreamed that he wa...eaper or that my sister, Rebecca, had followed him down that path. So mayb...idn't know him at al...r her."

    She laughed, but it was far fro...appy sound. She fell silent fo...oment, then looked at me again. "From wha...emember, Tyr seemed guy. He was always makin...oke, always trying to get everyone to laugh, even Tyson, who wasn't much for smiling or any sort of humor."

    "What happened?"...sked. "My Grandma Frost told me that my dad ha...alling-out with Tyson. Do you know anything about that?"

    Rachel shook her head. "No, I'm sorry, bu...on't. One day, Tyr left, and he never came back. That was whe...tarted to notice how angry Tyson was all the tim...nd how angry Rebecca seemed to be, as well. But then Rebecca found out that she was pregnant with Rory, and things were better time after that. Rebecca and Tyso... . they really did love Rory, despite what they did."

    She choked on the last few words. Memories darkened her eyes, she was thinking about her sister, the fact that she'd becom...eaper, and all the people she'd hurt and killed.

    "Just because you love someone doesn't mean they'll never hurt or betray you,"...aid. "Trust that better than anyone."

    Once more...hought of Logan and that horrible, awful moment when he'd turned around at the Aoide Auditorium an...ealized that his eyes were Reaper red. That Vivian and Agrona had done something terrible to him. Tha...ight be too late to save him. It had been one of the worst moments of my life. And now, Logan was gone, and that hurt too. Because this time, he'd left of his own free will, and not because of some Reaper magic mumbo jumbo. He'd gone because he'd wanted to, leaving me with nothing but nightmares.

    Rachel gave smile. "Sad, isn't it? How true that is. That love can hurt so much sometimes."

    I didn't say anything else. There was nothing else to say. We'd all been wounded by the Reapers, some of us more than others, and we all had to deal with it in our own way. Still...coote...ittle closer to Rachel, an...tayed by her side until the others finished their sparring and joined us.

    It grew darker and colder as the sun set and the hours slowly passed. Everyone else snuggled down in their sleeping bags, but unlike the too on edge to sleep. by the fire, hunched over as close to the flickering flames a...ould get. I'd offered to kee...ookout while the others got some shut-eye. We hadn't seen any sign of the Reapers, but that didn't mean they weren't there somewhere, waiting for the right time to strike...lso kept an eye out for the baby gryphon and the mysterious shadow. But if they were around, they were as invisible as the Reapers were.

    Finally, my phone beeped at eleven forty-five, telling me it was time to wake the others. Everyone moaned and groane...ittle, but they all got up. We fished some flashlights out of our bags, clicked them on, and headed to the back corner of the courtyard.

    The ambrosia looked the same as befor... tiny patch of white flowers somehow blossoming in the middle of the rock wall.

    "Are you sure that we have to pick it at midnight?"...sked. "Because it looks the same to me as it did this afternoon. Small and kind of puny."

    "That's what Metis said," Ajax replied. "That it has to be picked at midnight, preferably in the middle o...ard frost."

    "Well, at least we have the frost,"...uttered.

    The temperature had been steadily dropping all night long. The lower it went, the more the frost gathered on the rocks and crumbled walls. Now, the entire courtyard looked lik...heet of silver ic...old and beautifu...lthough the flowers remained strangely untouched by the gathering frost, as though this wer...ummer night instead of the dead of winter.

    We waited as the minutes slowly ticked by, our breath steaming in the air and then falling away to the ground in clouds of ice crystals. For the longest time, the ambrosia flowers didn't do anything but shiver in the cold like the rest of us.

    "One minute until midnight," Oliver announced, peering at his phone, the white glow lighting up his face's.

    We all stared at the flowers, watching for any change, for any sign that they would do whatever they were supposed to, what Nickamedes needed them to do.

    And slowl...ery, very slowl...he flowers began to grow.

    At first...hought it was just my imagination. Bu...linked and then blinked again, an...ealized that they were actuall... . moving.

    Three small, individual flowers seemed to stretch toward each other, as though the petals were somehow being pulled together by the silvery glow of the full moon so very high above.

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