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uncles, at first, then eventually I started going out on my own. I stopped keeping track after one hundred, and that was well over two years ago.”
    Persephone pulled up in front of her squat brown house, shut off the engine, and twisted to face him. “Well, I guess no matter how frustrating it is that you refuse to leave me alone, killing that many demons counts for something. Barring you’re not a big liar, which I still haven’t ruled out.”
    Jax grinned at her. “From you, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
    She fought it, but a smile broke through, and damned if it didn’t shoot him right through the heart.
    As he followed her down the crack-ridden sidewalk, he thought he’d pegged her wrong. She put on a tough front, but under the surface was a fragile girl who’d lost her whole family and had the weight of the world on her shoulders. He knew better than to call her fragile to her face, though.
    Now he just had to figure out how to convince her his plan was the way to go.

Chapter Four
     

    Persephone dropped her bag off to the side and automatically locked the door behind them, wigging the knob to make sure it was secure. Jax sat on the couch and kicked his feet up on the coffee table.
    A metallic thud drew her attention. “What was that?” she asked.
    Jax’s eyebrows drew together. “What was what?”
    Persephone sat next to him. “Did you take a knife to school?”
    “Of course not. I took my sword.”
    “You took a sword to school! Are you crazy?”
    “It’d be crazy to not be prepared.” He pulled up the leg of his jeans and unstrapped a gold cylinder from his ankle. “Not just any sword, either.”  He leaned closer, holding the cylinder up. “See this button? You just—” he pressed it, and a silver blade shot out into a full-length sword.
    “That’s…awesome.”
    “Less conspicuous than the average sword, too.” He twisted the handle toward her. “You want to try it out?”
    Persephone took it and stood. The silver blade caught the light as she swung it through the air. It was lightweight, but surprisingly solid. Well-balanced, too, although the hilt was a little bulkier than what she was used to. Lifting the handle to eye level, she noticed the owl and olive branch etched into it. “This has Athena’s symbols on it.”
    “It was a gift from her to my great, great, a bunch of greats, Grandfather Nikas. He was the Warrior who captured the demon Athena wanted for the ceremony. The one that gave Sentries power to hold the dagger.”
    “Your grandfather was there?” All this time she’d been trying to keep her secret, when Jax might already know what Athena used the demon’s blood for. Persephone thought they’d kept it a secret, but—
    “Not for the ceremony. When he brought the demon, she gave him the sword and told him to wait for the Sentries. Once they met up with him, he used the sword to kill the demon wielding the dagger so that the Sentries could take it and hide it.”
    I wish I got a cool sword instead of the supposed gift she gave my ancestors.
    “Anyway, it’s been passed down through my family for generations. Shortly before I left, my father entrusted it to me.” Jax pointed at the sword. “If you push the button again, it’ll go back down.”
    The blade retracted with a zing, and she handed it back to him. “It’s really cool. I still think it’s a bad idea to take it to school, though. We’re safe during the day, and if you get caught with it—”
    “I won’t get caught.”
    Persephone wanted to argue, but it was kind of nice to know he was prepared for whatever might come at them, day or night.
    She jerked a thumb toward the kitchen. “I’m going to go grab a glass of water. You want one?”
    “Sure.”
    The plants lining the kitchen window looked droopy, so Persephone took a moment to water them, then filled two glasses and stepped back into the living room.
    Jax was stretched out on the couch, scratching the top of Turtle’s head.
    Okay,