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The next day I had Elizabeth Bentley give me a huge tote bag stuffed with clothing that Peter (my partner for the week) and I might need.

Peter had the backpack filled with godly necessities: nectar, ambrosia, matches, and both mortal and immortal money. I knew we couldn't take Castor, and Elijah Andrews gladly volunteered to watch him, saying he was going to build an automaton in his shape.

We used the watch to get to California. I grumbled over doing it, but ducked into the bathroom and changed into mortal clothes. They were so itchy. I hated pretending to be mortal.

The school bell would ring at seven-thirty, Peter reasoned, so he dragged me there early. I sat on the low branch of a tree and crossed my legs.

"We should just follow the crowd," he said thoughtfully. "See what comes up." I agreed. The bell rang.

We passed a group of boys on our way in; they whistled at me. I flashed them a dark look; they all shut up. Peter snorted.

A mortal boy ran up to me. "Hi. I'm Erik Martinez," he said, smiling. "Are you new?" Peter frowned for some reason.

"Yes," I said, thinking quickly. "Alice White."

"Nice to meet you. Do you need help getting to your next class?" the mortal asked, completely ignoring Peter.

"Yes," I said. "I have…uh...history right now."

"Oh, good, it's right over there," the child said, pointing. "Maybe we'll have some classes together," he added hopefully.

I thanked him with a forced smile and made my way to where he had pointed. The room was already filled with talking mortals; the words ceased when I walked in. The instructor, a thin young man with a beard, smiled at me.

"New student?" he asked me.

"Yes," I lied. I told him my 'name'.

He blinked in surprise. "Well, Ms. White, it looks like you have the exact same schedule as Mr. Lore. Vega," he barked suddenly. "Move to the empty seat next to Mr. Jacobs."

Then he smiled at me. "Go ahead and take a seat," he said, gesturing to the vacant desk.

I shot him a puzzled look, but sat. The boy next to me, who must've been 'Mr. Lore', cocked his head and stared at me.

My attention was diverted by the mortal social studies teacher, Mr. Adams. He quieted the classroom and started talking about the history of the United States. I was genuinely interested; I had been cut off from the mortal world for too long.

Approximately fifty minutes later, the bell rang. I shoved my things into my bag and stood up, putting the strap over my shoulder.

The boy who had sat next to me, 'Mr. Lore', blocked my path. "I'm Alexander," he said. "Alexander Lore."

"Alice White," I lied.

"I don't know yet," he said, his eyes narrowing, "but there's something weird about you. And I'm gonna find out what."

"Wait," I said, suddenly, grabbing his arm. He glared at me. I studied his face closely. Before I could say anything I heard my name:

"Alice!" Peter ran over to me.

He froze when he saw Alexander. He gave him a weird look, but ran off.

"Who was that kid?" Peter asked in Ancient Greek.

"Alexander Lore," I said in English. "Did you see his eyes?" I asked in Greek.

"Yes. Gray. Definitely a son of Athena," he answered

"Have you found any others?" I asked.

"No. Not yet. How much longer should we stay here?" he asked.

I thought for a minute. "Just a few more hours," I said.

Peter nodded. "If you say so," he said.

I looked at the clock on the wall. "Come on. The stupid bell is about to ring," I said.

Peter nodded again. I followed Alexander Lore toward the next room.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"I have no idea," I answered.

His expression was grim. "Good luck," he said.

"Yeah. Good luck," I muttered to myself. I suddenly decided to take drastic action. "Alexander!"

"What?" he turned toward me. I grabbed his hand, then Peter's, then slammed my palm down on his watch.

"What the hell was that?" Alexander cried when we reappeared.

"Gift from my dad," Peter said, glaring at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, I wasn't going to be 'mortal' again!"

We left the boy with Sophie Salazar, then used the watch again to get to the next address.

"Do you know who the next mark is?" Peter asked. It was easy to forget which language we were speaking.

"No," I said. "Anne Grey borrowed my list. We're going to have to guess on this one."

Peter groaned. "Does that mean we have to pretend to be mortal again?"

I laughed. "Yes."

"How do we know if they're demigods?" he asked.

That made me think a little. "We test them," I suggested. "See if they can understand Ancient Greek."

"I hate pretending to be mortal," Peter grumbled.

"Me too," I agreed.


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