Three
The library makes me uncomfortable. All that gold and marble and the smell of musty, old books. I’d rather be pretty much anywhere.
I start tapping my fingers on the surface of one of the ancient-looking tables. The place is empty. The Academy only offers a few summer programs—like the premed one Troy’s parents are making him take—so the campus is pretty deserted. Even Goddess Boot Camp, the training camp Phoebe had to complete to learn how to use her new powers, is over. All the snooty rich kids are off on their yachts in Ibiza or working at Daddy’s law firm or Mommy’s ad agency for the summer. The only ones left are the ones in summer school and those of us who have nowhere else to go.
I’m stuck on the island year-round. If I didn’t get a reprieve from all the godlets in the sum
