Silena Beauregard didn't pay any attention. She sat beside Clarisse and stared

vacantly at the Ping-Pong net. Her eyes were red and puffy. A cup of hot

chocolate sat untouched in front of her. It seemed unfair that she had to be

here. I couldn't believe Clarisse and Michael standing over her, arguing about

something as stupid as loot, when she'd just lost Beckendorf.

 

"STOP IT!" I yelled. "What are you guys doing?"

 

Clarisse glowered at me. "Tell Michael not to be a selfish jerk."

 

"Oh, that's perfect, coming from you," Michael said.

 

"The only reason I'm here is to support Silena!" Clarisse shouted. "Otherwise

I'd be back in my cabin."

 

"What are you talking about?" I demanded.

 

Pollux cleared his throat. "Clarisse has refused to speak to any of us, until

her, um, issue is resolved.

 

She hasn't spoken for three days."

 

"It's been wonderful," Travis Stoll said wistfully.

 

"What issue?" I asked.