"Don't you worry," I said. "We're going to kil Reapers until we're both bathed in their blood and hungry for more." Vic arced his one eyebrow. "That's my line."

"Yeah," I said. "And it's a good one. Now come on, we've got a bus to catch."

I slung my bags over my shoulder and grabbed Vic. I took one more glance in the mirror at the snowflake necklace Logan had given me. Maybe it was just my imagination, but the diamonds seemed to sparkle with an inner fire, blazing as bright as my feelings for the Spartan did-and would over the long winter break. The pure, hopeful light made me smile as I left my dorm room and headed home to Grandma Frost for the holidays.