"Not yet," I say, sitting up and snatching my turquoise duffel off the floor. "Let's go."

Griffin offers me his hand and I take it, loving the way his palm feels hot against mine. I also love that he doesn't press me about the record. It's not that I'm afraid to read it-we got past that weeks ago. I'm not sure how to explain it except that I haven't needed to read it yet. Someday I will, I know. One day something will happen or I'll just wake up knowing that the time has come to find out the whole truth.

But for now, I'm pretty content as is.

"So after we win the Pythian Games," Griffin asks as we head to my door, "what next? The Athens marathon? The Olympics? The Oxford cross-country team?"

As I turn to pull my bedroom door shut, I see the record poking out from beneath my bed.

"Yes. Yes. And-" I point at the record. It glows for a second and then slides out of view. "Yes."

Griffin laughs out loud. Wrapping an arm around my shoulder, he says, "That's what I love most about you. You always set attainable goals."

I know he's teasing. Because if I've learned one thing in the last year, it's that anything is attainable.

After all, I am a goddess.