Hunted

and I’m wearing what looks like a big green trash bag. We’re not exactly inconspicuous.”
    Darius glanced down at himself, taking in the dried blood that was splattered all down his shirt and jacket. The blood plus the newly closed laceration on his face plus my hospital scrubs definitely equaled conspicuous, a conclusion Darius obviously came to easily.
    “Let’s take the stairs up to the next floor. That’s where the Sons of Erebus are housed. I’ll change, then get you quickly to your dorm so you can be rid of those.” He gestured at my outfit. “If we get lucky we’ll find Aphrodite and the Twins in the dorm and will just have to scout out Damien and then slip from the school grounds.”
    “Sounds good. I never thought you’d hear me say that I was looking forward to getting back to those tunnels, but right now that feels like the best place to be,” I said.
    Darius grunted what I assumed was guy language for agreeing with me, and I followed him into the hall, which really was deserted. It was just a short way to the stairwell. Okay, going up a flight of steps just about did me in, and I ended up leaning heavily on Darius’s arm. I could tell by the worried glint in his eyes that he was seriously considering picking me up and would have (despite my protests) if we hadn’t gotten to the next floor about then.
    “So,” I said between gasps, “is it always this quiet up here?”
    “No,” Darius said grimly. “It’s not.” We passed a common area that had a fridge, a big, flat-screen TV, some comfy couches, and a bunch of guy stuff like free weights, a dartboard, and a pool table. It, too, was deserted. His face set into unreadable lines, Darius led me to one of the many doors that opened off the hall.
    His room was just about as I’d imagined a Son of Erebus’s room would be—clean and simple, with hardly any knickknacks. He did have some trophies that were for winning knife-throwing competitions, and a whole collection of Christopher Moore’s hardback books, but no framed pictures of friends or family, and the only art on the walls was of Oklahoma landscapes, which probably came with the room. Oh, he also had a mini-fridge like Aphrodite’s, which kinda annoyed me. Did everyone have a fridge except me? Jeesh. There was a big, heavily draped picture window that I wandered over to, pulling back a corner of the curtains and looking out so Darius could change his clothes without causing a jealous Aphrodite to disembowel either of us.
    It should have been a busy time. Classes were out and kids should have been going from the academic part of the school to the dorms, rec room, cafeteria, and just in general hanging out and being teenagers. Instead, I only saw a couple of people doing their best slip and slide down the sidewalk as they hurried from one building to another.
    Even though my intuition was telling me there was way more to it than that, I wanted to blame the dead quiet of the school on the weather. The dark sky was still spitting icy rain, and despite the isolating effects of the storm, I was enthralled with how magical the shining coating of frozen water made everything look. Trees bowed under the crystalline weight that entombed their branches. The soft yellow of the gaslights flickered over slick walls and sidewalks. The coolest thing was the ice-encapsulated grass. It stuck up in brittle spikes all over, glistening when light hit it just right, making the ground look like it had grown a field of diamonds.
    “Wow,” I said, more to myself than Darius, “I know the ice storm is a pain in the butt, but it really is pretty. It makes everything look like a whole different world.”
    Darius was pulling a sweatshirt on over a clean T-shirt as he joined me at the window. His frown said that he saw the pain-in-the-butt part of the storm more than the ice magic of it.
    “I don’t see one sentry,” he said, and I realized that his frown hadn’t been directed just at the ice but at the boundaries of the walls, which we could see from his window, too. “We should be able to see at least two or three of my brother warriors from here, but there is no one.” Then I felt him stiffen.
    “What is it?”
    “I spoke too soon, and you were correct. This is a whole different world. There are sentries posted. They are just not my brothers.” He pointed at a spot on the wall to our right where it curved behind Nyx’s Temple, which was situated right across from the building we were in.