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“She told me.”
I expect him to ask what exactly she said, to deny her accusations
and defend himself. Instead, he surprises the crap out of me by asking,
“How’s she doing?”
“Um, she’s . . . okay, I think.” Thinking back to her teary revelation
this morning, maybe she’s not completely fine. At this point I
don’t think I can lose any points by being completely honest. “She
doesn’t like you very much.”
Griffin snickers in a way that makes it clear that he doesn’t think
this is funny. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Going for broke, I say, “She thinks you got her parents banished.”
His jaw clamps shut.
“I don’t know why she thinks so, but she—”
“It’s true.”
My mouth drops open. “It’s what? Why would you do that?”
He sighs and rolls his eyes, but somehow I get the feeling he’s
rolling them at himself and not me. “Not on purpose,” he says sadly.
“I promise you that.”
How do you get someone banished accidentally?
“What happened?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer. “She said you
testified at Mount Olympus and—”
“Drop it.”
“But it doesn’t make any sense,” I insist. “How can you not taking
responsibility for something get her parents—”
“I said drop it!”
I jerk back at his outburst—though I can’t get far since I’m still
cradled in his arms. Even though he sounds even angrier than when
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