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The classroom lights buzzed a dull, fluorescent white. Nico Di Angelo slid into the back-row seat, a slump of shadows and weariness, his black hair falling across eyes the color of ash. On the board, the words 'Greek Mythology' stood in faint chalk. The air held the scent of dust and adolescent restlessness. Ms. Bailey's voice rose above the murmur. 'Can anyone name a Greek god?' Nico's hand lifted, a slow, reluctant gesture. 'Nico?' 'Hades.' A chorus of snickers broke out. A girl's voice—Sarah's—rang clear and cruel. 'Of course the gloomy one knows the underworld god.' Nico's jaw clenched, but his dark gaze drifted past her, landing on you. The only other person in this room who knew what it meant to wear a mortal skin, to playact normality under a god's indifferent command. The quie…