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said. "Except, I kind of knew that I was also separate from it somehow. Like my goddess dreams."
    "Goddess dreams?" Quin's voice perked up a tiny bit.
    I coughed. "Yeah, I told you about the dreams, right?"
    "Not in much detail."
    Well yeah because of the PDA. "It wasn't like the dreams, just the feeling of being in a dream." Don't blush, don't blush. "Like I was watching myself. And I had a plan, I was supposed to talk to him about some things, and I ended up not talking about them at all."
    "Does he know you're a goddess now?"
    "I don't think so. I haven't even told Sol."
    "Coffee, Quin?" said Tita Carmen, from the kitchen.
    "Yes, Tita, also for Diego please," Quin answered.
    "So is he one of us?" I asked, nearly whispering. "One of you, I mean? Who else could have messed with my head like that, right?"
    Quin shook his head. "If one of the other gods showed up here, we would have known."
    "Maybe he's good at hiding."
    Quin didn't buy that. "None of us can hide from one another."
    Diego shook his head. "You 'd like to think so."
    Tita Carmen, a more petite version of my mother, arrived with a tray that had three mugs. We were silent as she served each of us. I couldn't wait until she left, because I wanted to hear Quin and Diego argue again. I was learning a lot more from it than a regular training day.
    Quin remained silent though, just watching as Tita Carmen returned to the kitchen. He stirred, maybe to speak, but instead tapped my wrist. Reassuring, but not informative.
    So I spoke up. "Maybe he's a new guy? Because it's possible, right? If you could make me into a goddess..."
    "He is not a new god," Quin said, as if the very idea were crazy.
    "Well he's something." Diego straightened up, ready to go. "I'll find out what."
    "What do I do?" I asked.
    "Nothing," Quin said. "Stay away from him."
    "But if he's a dangerous new god I have to keep him away from Sol—"
    "Hannah, stop it. You can't do anything about this. You're going to have to let me handle it. And he is not a new god, absolutely no way, because if he were he wouldn't have been able to overpower you. You would be a generation above him. That's just how it works."
    Does it? I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't wind up arguing. Because you broke the rules already when you brought me along for this ride. You mean no one else can do the same?
     

Chapter 10
     
    Peanut butter spaghetti sounded like something I would like, in theory. I liked peanut butter. I liked Filipino-style spaghetti, especially when it was unapologetically sweet and artificially red, with foreign elements like hotdogs thrown in. But now that I was chewing the mashup version, I wasn't sure how to feel about the entire thing.
    "Do you like it?" I asked dinner companion/date Robbie, who was chewing thoughtfully over on his side of the table too.
    "Oh I do," he said. "I'm just waiting for you to throw up, or something."
    "I'm fine," I said super enthusiastically. "I don't hate it... It's just..."
    "I get it."
    "I haven't decided yet." I didn't want to be a whiner on my first date, ever.
    Not that he ever said the word. And I wasn't saying it either. But as far as I was concerned, it may as well be, since it had all the signs.
    Weekend, no school or any school activity.
    He picked me up from my tita 's house.
    I wasn't wearing flip flops or sneakers.
    He paid for the meal.
    The fifth sign? He thought this was a date. He was thinking about it so much, I could hear it between chews.
    It was probably why I wasn't nervous at all on this momentous occasion. It kind of boosted the ego, knowing exactly how much he liked me. It was a relief too, after being friends with Quin for a year and not knowing why he was hanging out with me, what his intentions were.
    On the other hand, regarding Robbie, all his intentions were being beamed right into my ear:
    She looks perfect.
    I want to kiss her.
    I wonder if she'll let me have her leftover spaghetti.
    Transparent as the ice water in my glass. It was