I was Gwen Frost. Famous for finally defeating Loki and his Reapers. Among the girls of the various Mythos Academy campuses, perhaps some of the more loose students would (grudgingly) respect me for another reason. Logan Frost, who, according to rumour, used to sign the mattresses of girls he had spent the night with, was my boyfriend.
Just on looks he could win a girl's heart alone, that tanned skin that went just perfectly with his ink-black hair and sea blue eyes. But Logan was a Spartan, toned to perfection. At least he wasn't totally perfect all the time , thank goodness. And now there were no misbehaving gods who wanted to make the world evil I could totally relish in the hotness that was my Logan freaking Quinn.
"Hey Gypsy girl, can I come in?" Logan leant on the doorframe of my room, looking quite out of place in his cool jeans right next to my not-so-cool poster. Nyx yapped happily and went over to Logan, who scratched behind her ears obligingly. I cleared my throat and clipped a purple leash to a collar of the same colour on Nyx's neck. Vic was asleep and I decided to leave him that way. Besides, there was no way I'd come to harm now the Reapers were gone, right?
"You're not coming into my room anytime soon Spartan." I slapped his chest playfully and craned my neck so that my violet eyes could meet his. He laughed and I could feel the vibrations through his shirt. He wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted me up (with only one arm, an added benefit of being super strong) and his lips tenderly met mine. I didn't want the kiss to end.
"I feel like taking that up as a challenge but then we might miss dinner." My eyes widened.
"It matters what time we have dinner? Logan, what have you planned?" He ruffled my hair like I was a little sister and then closed the door behind me. The sensation of his voice in my ear was almost as nice as the words he said.
"You'll see Gypsy."
Through Styx Hall, and throughout the school grounds, people rarely batted an eye when they saw the three of us. I suppose after the 3 weeks they had grown used to the sight of the girl with the touch magic who was girlfriend to that hot Spartan. Oh, and she had a Fenrir wolf who seemed to be larger by the day.
Suddenly they came to a small clearing, and in that small clearing was a table. Candles surrounded the boundaries, casting shadows across the white tablecloth.
"Oh Logan..." I breathed. "It's beautiful." He grinned and said only THE cheesiest pick up line but like cheese in heat, I melted.
"Not as beautiful as you." He led me to the table and pulled out the chair for me to sit. "I've got a little something for you. Perhaps you'll like it even more than that snowflake necklace." I clutched it instinctively and shook my head.
As Logan drew the object out of his coat Nyx haunches rose and a low growl came from her throat.
"It better be good to replace the necklace Spartan. Be quiet Nyx." At my insistence she relaxed but I could feel that her muscles were still tensed.
"Close your eyes." I did as he instructed and felt him place something round my neck. "Now you can open them."
The new necklace, simple but exquisitely made, was the last thing I saw. I felt the blackness overcome me and I fell into its depths.