“Don’t blame them,” Silena said. “They wanted to…to believe I was you.” “You stupid Aphrodite girl,” Clarisse sobbed. “You charged a drakon? Why?” “All my fault,” Silena said, a tear streaking the side of her face. “The drakon, Charlie’s death…camp endangered—” “Stop it!” Clarisse said. “That’s not true.” Silena opened her hand. In her palm was a silver bracelet with a scythe charm, the mark of Kronos. A cold fist closed around my heart. “You were the spy.” Silena tried to nod. “Before…before I liked Charlie, Luke was nice to me. He was so…charming. Handsome. Later, I wanted to stop helping
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