and the fallen girl.

 

Fler features, once beautiful, were badly burned from poison. 1 could tell that

no amount of nectar or ambrosia would save her.

 

Something is about to happen. Rachel's words rang in my ears. A trick that ends

in death.

 

Now I knew what she meant, and I knew who had led the Ares cabin into battle.

 

I looked down at the dying face of Silena Beauregard.

 

SEVENTEEN

 

I SIT ON THE HOT SEAT

 

"What were you thinking?" Clarisse cradled Silena's head in her lap.

 

Silena tried to swallow, but her lips were dry and cracked. "Wouldn't . . .

listen. Cabin would . . . only follow you."

 

"So you stole my armor," Clarisse said in disbelief. "You waited until Chris and

I went out on patrol; you stole my armor and pretended to be me." She glared at

her siblings. "And NONE of you noticed?"