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I fell to the floor, landing hard on th, the glorious war to lift my head

The room was destroyed

Glass was blown out, the sills on fire The wood floor arped, boards coone Chairs were deone

So was Apollo

In disbelief, e of the roo on his back in the center of the roo What had I done?

I forced , sore ar and my vision full of weird black spots that danced

"Seth?" I placed a hand on his chest

His eyes were closed, thick lashes fanning the tops of his cheeks When there was no response, I pulled et us out of here, butI knew,I heard was the steady, strong beat of his heart

Chapter 32

WHEN I opened hts For a couple of nized that I was in some kind of hospital roo fluids or of a blood pressure machine or a heart monitor My mouth was dry and my chest a little sore, but other than that I felt okay No I felt more than a little okay I felt kind of awesoet out of this narrow bed, and I don’t know, kick soe--

Holy crap

My chest

Pushing up into a sitting position, I knocked down the thin blanket and found that I had on soown I yanked the collar out and gaped

Apollo--my father--had thrown a knife at me The knife had hit me, square between the breasts A kill shot if I’d ever seen one, but it hadn’t killedelse entirely, and now there were faint white ht line about five inches long with two lines looping around it--at the top, the design alown back in place, I squeezed my eyes shut Okay "That’s not a normal scar" "No It’s not"

A shriek erupted out of me at the sound of Apollo’s voice My head whipped to the side He sat in a chair next tohooked over the other, and there was no way he’d been sitting there a few seconds ago

At least I hoped he’d hadn’t been when I’d been checking outslightly "Kind of like a rite of passage"