Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

though I didn’t mean to do it, it still had the same result. From the
way Damian looks things must be really bad, too.
“Our web scanners flagged a search from a southern California
IP address.” He pushes a piece of paper across his desk.
Search string: supernatural powers Serfopoula Greece
Results: suppress
Location: Los Angeles County
“Oh.” It has to be Cesca. No one else would even have a clue.
But I know she did it with the best intentions. “She must have been
worried after I told her I couldn’t tell her anything. We haven’t kept
secrets. Ever. It probably freaked her out.”
That makes me feel better about her not responding to the millions
of e-mails and IMs I’ve been sending. Even though she’s hurt
that I can’t confide she’s still trying to find out what’s going on
with me.
She’s a true friend.
“We cannot undo your accident,” Damian says. He sounds
resigned, which makes me feel worse. “There might not be anything
to worry about. We shall wait and see if there are any more
incidents.”
“And if there are?”
“We will have to take countermeasures.”
“Countermeasures?” I picture Cesca, her feet encased in concrete
blocks, sinking slowly to the floor of the Pacific. Maybe the Greek
gods operate like the mafia.
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