Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

“Damian told me his suspicions a few days after we arrived,” she
admits. “Until he received a genealogical report on your father a
few days ago we weren’t sure.”
“And you didn’t tell me about his ‘suspicions’ earlier—why?”
“Damian wanted to. But I stopped him.” She brushes my hair out
of my eyes. “Once I knew what this world would be like, I wanted
you to have a chance to find your own home at the school. If you
had known—if others had known—you would have been judged
solely on your association with Nike.”
“Instead I was judged as the only nothos. As a kako with bad
blood.” No. Even as I say this, though, I realize it’s not true.
Sure, at first that’s what happened. But Nicole never thought any
less of me for not being godly—in fact, I think she liked me better
for being nothos. I may go down in her estimation now. Troy never
cared, either. Oh crap, I have to apologize to him. And Griffin . . .
well, he was a little more work. No matter what he thought of me,
though, he never called me kako. I smile—Griffin liked me before he
even knew it.
Plus, all my hard work paid off. I won the race. Even before the
whole glowing incident I was leagues ahead of every last racer from
the Academy.
“Wait a second,” I say, realizing something. “Coach, you said
I didn’t cheat—that I couldn’t have because my powers were
grounded. If that glow was my powers, how is that possible?”
Coach shifts uncomfortably in his chair.
“That was certainly a surprise,” Damian says. “Even with your
heritage.”
“From what Damian told me,” Mom says, moving around to his
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