Only Everything by Kieran Scott Page A

either of them could react, I pulled out two of my golden arrows and shot them each through the heart. Artemis stumbled back a few feet, clutching her chest. Orion did the same. The crowd gasped. Then the pair of them looked up into each other’s eyes and melted.
    “Orion!” Artemis cried.
    “My love!” he replied.
    “No!” Apollo wailed from the knoll.
    But he was too late. The cockiest man on Earth fell into the waiting arms of the most awful goddess on Mount Olympus. Victory was mine.
    “What have you done?” Apollo demanded, appearing at my side in a blink. Hecate remained on the hill, seething, her fists clenched at her sides.
    “I believe they are well matched,” I replied, laughing as Artemis pushed Orion to the ground and climbed on top of him.
    “You have defiled my sister,” Apollo seethed, his dark eyes aflame. “You will pay for this!” He let out a mighty screech and whirled off as Harmonia and Hephaestus appeared at my side.
    “Ugh. No one needs to see that,” Hephaestus said, staring at the couple nonetheless.
    “I think it’s sweet,” I replied giddily.
    “You’re too capricious, Eros,” Harmonia scolded me.
    “Please! They deserve each other!” I cried. “There are no two more obnoxious beings on Earth or in the heavens.”
    Harmonia sighed. “This is the type of thing that can come back to haunt you.”
    “I’m not afraid,” I told her, lifting my chin. “I’m never afraid.”
    •  •  •
    A door slammed and I blinked myself back to the now, back to Earth. My headache suddenly felt less severe, with Orion so vivid in my memory. I could do this. I was still good at my job. In fact, I pretty much kicked ass at my job. Less than eight hours and already I’d matched the perfect couple. It would be no time before I saw Orion again for real. Before I held him in my arms. Sensing that Zeus was watching, I looked up at the sky with a cocky sort of scowl.
    I hoped he knew what I was thinking right then.
    One down, two to go.

CHAPTER NINE
    Katrina
    “Katrina! I’ve been meaning to come find you.”
    Dr. Krantz, the school psychologist, gave me his biggest, friendliest smile as he walked toward me in the main hall. The school was mostly deserted, and there was nowhere for me to run. I should have known this was coming, but I still felt a spark of anger at the sight of him. I knew what he wanted—to sit me down and pick my brain and ask me how I was feeling—and there was nothing I wanted to do less.
    “So,” he said, cradling a book in his arm as he paused in front of me. “How was your summer? How are you?”
    I always knew when people were really asking me whether or not I was still crushed about my dad by the way they pronounced the “are.”
    “I’m fine,” I told him. “I was just going to the library to get some studying done, so . . .”
    His bushy eyebrows shot up. “Studying after school on the first day? Well. We’ve come a long way.”
    I pressed my teeth together. What was I supposed to say to that?
    “How’s everything at home?” he asked. “How’s your mom?”
    “Fine. Busy,” I said curtly. Did he really think I wanted to talk about this stuff with him? Every time he’d stalked me down during classes last year, I’d sat in his office, silent, until he’d finally given up. Maybe he thought that since I was clearly ready to do schoolwork, I would also be ready to spill my guts to a relative stranger. Not likely. “Can I go now?” I said finally.
    His face fell. “Sure. But come by my office soon to chat. I want to help you, Katrina. That’s all.”
    Stifling a groan, I slipped inside the air-conditioned library. I still vividly remembered his face when I’d stepped into his office last year, clueless that my life was about to be turned upside down. He’d said the right sympathetic things, but when my mother had buckled to the floor, I swear there was this gleam in his eye. Like on some level he was glad. Like he relished having a