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I jerk back a little at his harsh tone. “Told about what?”
“The school. Who have you told about the school?”
He’s speaking quickly, with an urgency he hasn’t shown before.
“If you mean the Big Secret, I haven’t told anybody.”
I may have let half a detail slip to Cesca the other night, but that
in no way constitutes telling the secret.
Damian runs a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair as he sinks
into his chair. “Phoebe, please. This is no time for playing games.
The safety of the school and everyone on the island is at stake.”
If he sounded even a little melodramatic I might have dismissed
this line of questioning as paranoid. But he doesn’t. So I don’t.
“All right.” I take a seat across from him. “In an IM chat on
Sunday night I accidentally sent my best friend a line about using
supernatural powers. I meant to send it to Nicole—I got the windows
confused is all. But Cesca won’t tell anyone. I’m one hundred
percent certain.”
Except for maybe Nola—but she wouldn’t tell anyone, either.
Only, if Cesca didn’t tell anyone, how did Damian find out?
“What happened?” I ask, afraid of the answer.
Rubbing his eyes with one hand, Damian sighs. Loudly.
“The island itself is safe, protected by the gods. The shield, however,
only prevents nothos from accidentally witnessing something
supernatural. If they know what they’re looking for the gods cannot
stop them.” He runs his hand through his hair, messing it up. “If
even one untrustworthy nothos knows the truth, we are vulnerable
to discovery.”
Suddenly I feel awful for even the accidental slip-up. Even
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