We pass the next class of students, who are just heading to the Literature classroom for their exam. Some are gaping at us with their mouths hanging open, but they all look away at sight of Eros's murderous expression. Everyone knows not to mess with the God.
I already know, where we're going. But I can't fight him, or protest. For the love of Olympus, I can't even disagree. I simply don't have the energy to open my mouth, yet alone get some words out. »Please stay awake, you'll be up on your feet soon enough,« he pleads. It's the first time I hear him sound so desperate. Am I dying or something? I would love to ask him, but I can't. The only thing I can do is think.
My eyes begin closing down. I feel so sleepy. »Arya, don't!« he panics loudly, making me jump a little, but I'm st……
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