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the academy, some group of people responsible for running things, some board that came up with the rules, regulations, and even the froufrou lunch menus. I’d always jokingly referred to them as the Powers That Were. Now, I had a feeling I was going to find out just how appropriate my nickname for them was.
    “I know you’ve all had a lot of questions and concerns ever since Loki escaped a few weeks ago,” Linus continued. “Rest assured that the Protectorate has been investigating the incident and doing everything we can to track down Loki and his Reapers before anyone else gets hurt, like your fellow students who were recently killed at the Crius Coliseum.”
    Images flooded my mind at his words. Reapers storming into the coliseum, their curved swords flashing, their black robes billowing out like clouds of death. Kids fighting, running, and trying to get away. Kids screaming as the Reapers rammed their weapons into them. A Reaper plunging his sword into Carson’s chest. Blood, so much blood splashing everywhere, like scarlet teardrops raining down on everything in sight—
    Linus cleared his throat, snapping me out of my horrible memories. “Some serious accusations have come to light about what happened the night Loki was freed,” he said. “That is why I and the other members of the Protectorate are here. To get to the bottom of these accusations, determine what really happened, and punish those involved accordingly.”
    Somehow, I knew what he was going to say next.
    “It appears that a Mythos Academy student actually helped Loki escape from Helheim, the prison realm where the other gods trapped him centuries ago.” Linus paused, then leaned forward even closer to the microphone. “That student is Gwendolyn Frost, the girl you see on stage before you.”
    Yeah, that was pretty much what I’d expected—and so was the crowd’s reaction.
    Shocked gasps rippled through the amphitheater, and just like at Kaldi’s that emotion turned to horror, then anger. It seemed as if everyone drew in a breath, and then the surprised mutters exploded into a deafening roar. In seconds, everyone was on their feet screaming for my blood. A wave of collective rage and hate surged off the crowd, slamming into my stomach like a red-hot sword. Every angry shout, every enraged scream, every bitter word twisted the invisible blade in that much deeper, making me want to vomit from the phantom pain.
    Practically everyone at Mythos had lost someone to the Reapers—a mother, a sister, a close friend—so the reaction was understandable. I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes, drop my head, and whimper at the feel of all the raging hate directed at me, but I forced myself to stand up tall and stare back at the people shouting curses at me.
    “Quiet! Quiet!” Linus roared into the microphone.
    It took several minutes for the crowd to finally calm down and for everyone to take their seats again. But they all kept staring at me, rage burning in their eyes. The phantom emotion kept stabbing me in the stomach again and again, until I had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming from the sensation.
    “At this point, we have more questions than answers,” Linus said. “To that end, we have arrested Miss Frost and will be conducting a trial and a full investigation into her actions. In the meantime, we will continue to search for Loki and his Reapers so we can deal with them accordingly. Rest assured, we will get to the bottom of this, and Loki will be imprisoned once more.”
    Linus’s mouth twisted, and he looked at Metis, who lifted her chin in defiance. “In the meantime, in accordance with academy bylaws, Miss Frost will remain at Mythos until she is either acquitted or convicted of the many charges against her.”
    A series of harsh boo-boo-boos erupted at his words, and he had to stop speaking once more.
    Linus looked at Metis again, as if this was all her fault, giving me a clue as to what had happened. The professor must