“I work hard, too, you know,” I say, putting down my sandwich. “And I would have killed for the voice coaches you’ve had.”
“And yet here you are, in one of the best music programs in the country without an ounce of professional training. Don’t deny it, Daphne, you know you’re special. You’ve just got it, and people can see it. They can hear it.”
“So you hate me because you’re jealous?”
“No, I hate you because you’re an idiot.”
“Excuse me?”
“I saw the look on your face when your dad announced that he’s writing a freaking opera—just for you. He threw the biggest opportunity in the world at your feet. And you didn’t want it. You would have thrown it back at him if you could. Meanwhile, I work my ass off trying to get a big enough part so my parents will even bother to come. Which means you’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever met.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I want to propose a truce. I’ll call my Sopranos off if you help me get what I want.”
“Let me guess, my part in the play?”
“We both know your daddy wouldn’t go for that. No, I’ll let you play the damsel in distress. I want to be the queen. Put a bug in your dad’s ear that I’d make a good Persephone, and I’ll make sure you have a nicer time at this school.” She packs up her salad and stands. “Sound good?”
“I guess,” I say.
“Cool. I like your … um”—she scans her finger over my outfit—“barrette, by the way. Très chic.”
“Thanks,” I say, and watch as she walks through the courtyard back into the school.
I pick up my sandwich and take a couple of bites, wondering how this lunch break could get any weirder than Lexie proposing a truce, when someone very large steps in front of my sun, casting a shadow over my food.
I look up. Way up. And see Haden Lord, with a purple paisley tote bag on his arm, standing over me.
chapter thirty-five
HADEN
When I see Daphne sitting in the courtyard during our lunch break, I don’t hang back or pretend to be aloof. I walk right up to her with the determination of a warrior and address her as if she were an Underlord of my same rank. “I have agreed to sing during the festivities of lighting up Olympus. I request that you help me prepare. Or perhaps a duet would be prudent.”
She blinks at me for a moment, then looks down at the notebook at her side as if contemplating what she’s written there. She looks back up at me. “Um … okaaaay.”
“Very well, then,” I say, hiding my surprise that she has actually agreed. “We shall commence rehearsal at your earliest convenience.”
“Next week,” she says. “I have a ton of homework to catch up on first.”
“I bid you a pleasant day, then.” I give her a respectful nod and start to take my leave.
“My tote?” she says, pointing at the bag over my arm. I had intended on giving it to her first thing as a peace offering.
“Oh yes.” I hand it over to her. “Everything is as it should be, but I took the liberty of charging your phone for you.”
I walk away at a fast clip, not giving her time to reconsider our arrangement.
chapter thirty-six
DAPHNE
After Haden is gone, I pick up the list of things I know about him and add sometimes talks like Thor.
This day definitely can’t get more surreal.
A light flashes in my eyes and I jump, hitting my back on the base of the statue behind me. Tobin lowers his camera and laughs. “That was a good one. I’ll give it a ‘dazed and confused in the daytime’ caption.”
“What the crap are you doing?”
Tobin raises his camera to take another picture of me. I push him away. “Go away. You know they don’t allow paparazzi past the gate, dork face.”
“Come on, it’s for the yearbook!” Tobin seems way too happy, considering our earlier conversation.
“Since when were you on yearbook?”
“Since I found out from the librarian that the yearbook staff has commandeered the school collection of yearbooks dating all the way back to the founding year. They’re working on a project to scan and digitize all of them and put them online for OHH’s fiftieth anniversary. I guess it’s supposed to ‘nostalgialize’ the alumni into sending big, fat donation checks.”
“Which means you’ll have access to class lists for the last fifty years.”
“Exactly. I am going to find every Lord who has ever gone to this school and cross-reference them with the girls who went missing. The investigative avenues will be endless after that.”
“That’s going to take a while,” I say, but it’s far preferable to the thought of Tobin getting arrested for hacking government files.
“How’s your end going?” he asks.
I show him my meager list about Haden. “But I think the perfect opportunity to study Haden more closely just fell into my lap. He just came over and requested that I help him prepare for singing at the ‘festivities of lighting up Olympus.’ ” I move my arms while I’m speaking, acting like I’m doing an impersonation of a robot.