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She juts her chin out and nods once, ready for him to begin.

Galen turns back to Emma. “Remember when I told you that Grom was supposed to mate with Nalia, but that she died?”

Emma nods. “In the mine blast.”

“Right. They were supposed to mate with each other because they were third generation, firstborn of each house. Anyway, the reason they needed to mate was to perpetuate the Gifts of the Generals. To make sure the Gifts—”

“I know what perpetuate means,” she says. “Get on with it.”

Galen shoves his hands in his pocket to keep from moving toward her. “I told you that King Antonis refused to sire an heir after Nalia’s death. Without an heir for Grom to mate with, the Gifts could disappear. At least, that’s what the law says. When Dr. Milligan told me about you, when I saw you, I knew you had to be a direct descendant of Poseidon. So I—”

She holds up her hand. “Stop right there. Like you said before, I know how the story ends, don’t I?” She doesn’t try to wipe the tears streaming down her face. She laughs, a sharp sound, full of venom. “I knew it,” she whispers. “Deep down, I knew you had some ulterior motive here. That you weren’t trying to help me out of the kindness of your heart. Geez, I really fell for that, didn’t I? No, I fell for you. Lesson learned, right?”

“Emma, wait—” He reaches for her, but she backs away.

“No. Don’t you touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again.” She keeps backing away as if he’s going to attack her or something. His gut twists.

Galen and Rayna watch as Emma disappears between the sand dunes in front of her house, taking double-size steps like she was late for something.

“You hurt her,” Rayna says quietly.

“You didn’t help.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

He sighs. “I know.”

“I like Emma.”

“I do, too.”

“Liar. You love her. That kiss was real.”

“It was real.”

“I knew it. What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” he says, watching the light flick on in Emma’s third-floor bedroom. He scratches the back of his neck. “In a way, I’m glad she knows. I didn’t like hiding it. But she probably wouldn’t cooperate if I told her the truth.”

Rayna snorts. “You think?” She tucks a short tendril behind her ear. “Besides, everything turned out sooo much better now because you hid it.”

“What are you doing here anyway?”

She shrugs. “You might remember that you sent my mate on some sort of secret mission. I was bored.”

“Glad we could entertain you.”

“Look, I wanted to see Emma’s house. Maybe meet her mom. Do something girlie. I didn’t come over here to ruin your life.” Her voice is quivering.

He puts his arm around her. “Don’t cry again. Come on. I’ll take you home,” he says quietly.

Rayna pinches the snot from her nose. Then she backs away from him, too, just as Emma had, only she’s moving toward the water. “I know the way home,” she says, before turning and diving in.

*   *   *

It’s only second period, and the whole school knows Emma broke up with him. So far, he’s collected eight phone numbers, one kiss on the cheek, and one pinch to the back of his jeans. His attempts to talk to Emma between classes are thwarted by a hurricane of teenage females whose main goal seems to be keeping him and his ex-girlfriend separated.

When the third period bell rings, Emma has already chosen a seat where she’ll be barricaded from him by other students. Throughout class, she pays attention as if the teacher were giving instructions on how to survive a life-threatening catastrophe in the next twenty-four hours. About midway through class, he receives a text from a number he doesn’t recognize:

If u let me, I can do things to u to make u forget her.

As soon as he clears it, another one pops up from a different number:

Hit me back if u want to chat. I’ll treat u better than E.

How did they get my number? Tucking his phone back into his pocket, he hovers over his notebook protectively, as if it’s the only thing left that hasn’t been invaded. Then he notices the foreign handwriting scribbled on it by a girl named Shena who encircled her name and phone number with a heart. Not throwing it across the room takes almost as much effort as not kissing Emma.

At lunch, Emma once again blocks his access to her by sitting between people at a full picnic table outside. He chooses the table directly across from her, but she seems oblivious, absently soaking up the grease from the pizza on her plate until she’s got at least fifteen orange napkins in front of her. She won’t acknowledge that he’s staring at her, waiting to wave her over as soon as she looks up.

Ignoring the text message explosion in his vibrating pocket, he opens the container of tuna fish Rachel packed for him. Forking it violently, he heaves a mound into his mouth, chewing without savoring it. Mark with the Teeth is telling Emma something she thinks is funny, because she covers her mouth with a napkin and giggles. Galen almost launches from his bench when Mark brushes a strand of hair from her face. Now he knows what Rachel meant when she told him to mark his territory early on. But what can he do if his territory is unmarking herself ? News of their breakup has spread like an oil spill, and it seems as though Emma is making a huge effort to help it along.

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