Touch of Frost (22 page)

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Authors: Jennifer Estep

A sharp tap on my arm snapped me out of my reverie, and a hot spurt of annoyance surged through me at the contact. I jerked to one side, causing Logan’s lips to slide past my cheek and into my hair. The sharp tap came again, and more annoyance filled me. Whoever was stabbing me with her finger, she wasn’t very happy.
I dropped my arms and stepped away from Logan. A girl moved around me and slid in between the two of us. I recognized her as one of Talia Pizarro’s Amazon friends, although she was just my size and not as tall as the other girl. Still, the Amazon was beautiful, with a blaze of red hair and eyes that were greener than the emerald necklace she wore around her pale throat. She wore a form-fitting seafoam-colored dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.
Pop!
went my pseudo-Cinderella moment, and I suddenly felt like a giant grape next to her. One that was about to get squished.
“What do you think you’re doing with
my date?
” the girl asked in a sharp, angry voice.
I looked at Logan. He stared at me, then her. After a moment, Logan looped one arm around her waist and hugged her close.
“We were just dancing, Savannah,” he said in a light tone, smiling down at the other girl just like he had at me a moment ago.
Hurt filled me—hurt that Logan could dismiss me so easily. That he could almost kiss me, then look like he was about to do the same to another girl seconds later. Maybe he could, though. Maybe he didn’t feel the things that I did when we were together. Maybe he never had.
I shook my head to clear away the rest of the stupid romantic fog.
Of course he didn’t,
I chided myself. He was Logan freaking Quinn, the guy who went around Mythos Academy and signed the mattresses of all the girls he slept with. What had I been thinking? Because there was fun and then there was insanity. And anything to do with Logan fell squarely into the latter category.
“Yeah,” I said in a cold voice. “We were just dancing. And now we’re not.”
Logan looked at me, guilt flickering in his eyes. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something to me, but I didn’t give him the chance. I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving him to his date for the evening.
Chapter 19
 
I walked away from Logan as fast as I could, slithering through the crowd of dancers, careful not to brush up against anyone so I wouldn’t accidentally flash on them. Coming here tonight had been a bad, bad idea. What the hell had I been thinking? Everyone had a place at Mythos—everyone except me. No, wait. That wasn’t right. I had a role here, too, now—that Gypsy girl who had just made a complete fool of herself. The class idiot, in other words.
I hurried out the front entrance of the dining hall. More kids clustered outside around the doors now, passing cups of beer and silver flasks of who-knew-what from one hand to another, along with cigarettes and even a few joints.
For a moment, I thought about stopping and asking for a drink from one of them. Maybe a couple. I’d never been drunk before, so I didn’t know exactly how many it would take. But they probably wouldn’t share with me anyway. Besides, I doubted that getting drunk would drown out these feelings that I’d suddenly developed for Logan Quinn. I didn’t think anything would help me with that, except maybe a total lobotomy.
I couldn’t go back in to the dance, but I didn’t want to go back to my room either. I already knew that I was a stupid, stupid loser. I didn’t want to sit around and think about it the rest of the night. Besides, I’d put on my damn prom dress. I was at least going to wear it for more than an hour, even if it killed me.
Not really thinking about where I was going, I turned left and stepped onto the circular cobblestone path that wound past all five of the buildings that ringed the quad. I just started walking the huge circle, trying to find a quiet spot where I could sit by myself and . . . and do something. Maybe scream. Maybe cry. I didn’t know.
I wasn’t the only one who’d left the dance early. Couples sat on every one of the iron benches close to the dining hall. They all stared dreamily into each other’s eyes, giggling and kissing. One guy even had his hand down his date’s dress, and the two of them were practically lying on top of each other.
It all made me sick.
Because even out here, I couldn’t get away from everyone’s perfect little dance—
Something winked in the shadows up ahead, distracting me from my dark thoughts. The bright flash came again, bobbing up and down, and I spotted another lone figure moving across the quad. Was she . . . wearing something on her head? I squinted, but I couldn’t quite make out who it was. Then, she stepped into the glow from one of the streetlights that lined the walkway, and I was able to get a good look at her.
Morgan McDougall.
The homecoming queen plodded across the quad, heading toward the Library of Antiquities. Probably so she and Samson could hook up on the outside patio again. I rolled my eyes. Slut. The flashes that I’d seen had come from the homecoming queen tiara that Morgan wore on top of her head. The expensive crystals winked at me with every step the Valkyrie took.
I frowned. For some reason, something about Morgan seemed . . . off. I kept trailing after her, wondering what it was. Finally, I realized that it was the way she was walking, so slow and steady with careful, measured steps. It wasn’t the way a normal person would walk, especially a girl who was eager to hook up with the hot guy she’d been sleeping with on the sly. Morgan stepped through the glow of another streetlight, and I realized that she had a weird look on her face, too. One that was totally . . . blank. She reminded me of a zombie or something, like she wasn’t really herself. Like she was possessed or being controlled by someone else—
Little warning bells went off inside my head, and they only got louder the longer that I stared at the Valkyrie.
I glanced around, but by this point the dining hall and all the couples were several hundred feet away. Nobody else had noticed Morgan. They were all too absorbed in their own little dramas, in their own little bad romances, to notice her—or me.
So I started following her.
I didn’t know why. Maybe because I was pissed at myself for being such an idiot in front of Logan. Maybe because I didn’t have anything better to do. Or maybe it was because of this . . . this
feeling
that I had. That something about this was very, very wrong. I almost felt like I
needed
to follow Morgan for some reason. That something really, really bad would happen if I didn’t.
It was the exact same feeling that I’d had right before I’d picked up Paige Forrest’s hairbrush.
Morgan walked across the quad, still heading toward the library. I frowned. Weird. The library was closed tonight because of the dance, and only a few lights burned inside the building. So why would Morgan be going there? Especially tonight of all nights? Yeah, maybe she and Samson were going to hook up again . . . except the two of them didn’t have to hide the fact that they were a couple anymore. Everyone had already seen them together at the dance. So why would they meet at the library again? Why wouldn’t they go to one of their dorm rooms? What was the Valkyrie doing? And why did she have that blank, empty look on her face?
Morgan plodded up the front steps of the library, still moving in that slow, steady zombie way. I picked up my skirt and hurried after her. Did the Valkyrie actually think that she was going to get inside? The doors were shut, and I’d watched Nickamedes lock them after my shift this afternoon—
Morgan pulled open one of the double doors and stepped inside the library, disappearing from sight. I slowed and stopped at the bottom of the steps. I bit my lip and stared at the structure before me. All the stone statues, towers, and balconies seemed especially sinister tonight, as though the whole building was a living thing just waiting to swallow me. I blinked, and, for a moment, it seemed like the entire library just . . .
rippled.
Like there was something crawling around underneath the stone. Something old. Ancient. Powerful. Evil.
I shivered, wrapped my arms around myself, and looked back over my shoulder. In the distance across the quad, the lights of the dining hall seemed warm, bright, inviting. I should go back there. Go grab a plastic cup of beer from someone, smoke some pot, get completely wasted, and pretend like tonight had never happened.
But I couldn’t do that, any more than I’d been able to stop myself from reaching for that damn hairbrush. In the end, I always wanted to know people’s secrets, no matter how dark and twisted they were. Maybe it was my Gypsy gift or maybe just my own paranoid imagination, but I felt like there was one lurking in the library tonight—maybe the biggest secret of all. Somehow, I knew it to the very depths of my soul. Who killed Jasmine, who stole the Bowl of Tears, even the reason that I was here at Mythos Academy in the first place. It was all inside the library, just waiting for me to walk in and discover it for myself.
Come inside, and all will finally be revealed,
a voice seemed to whisper in the back of my mind. Or maybe it was just my own wishful thinking.
Whatever it was, I picked up my skirt, walked up the stairs, and slipped inside.
I’d been wrong before, when I’d thought that there had only been a few lights on in the Library of Antiquities. The double doors that led into the main floor stood wide open, and the golden glow from inside spilled out into the hallway, showing the way. But there was something strange about the light tonight. It seemed to cast out more shadows than it actually banished and gave a black, sinister air to everything it touched, from the suits of armor that lined the hallway to the mythological creatures carved into the marble walls.
Once again, the stone eyes of the gryphons and Gorgons watched me, tracking my movements as I crept forward. The weird light splashed across the carvings, making the creatures look even fiercer and more lifelike than ever before—like they could spring out from the stone at any second and tear me into pieces. I shivered and dropped my gaze from the walls.
Morgan had already disappeared from sight, but the clack of her stilettos on the floor inside the main space echoed through the entire library. I stopped a moment to slip off my own heels, then followed her. The floor was as cold as ice on my bare feet, but at least now I wouldn’t make as much noise as the Valkyrie had.
From the hollow echo of her footsteps, it sounded like Morgan had gone down the main library aisle, walking right toward whoever or whatever was waiting inside. I wasn’t so naïve or stupid to think that there wasn’t someone or something else here. Somebody had had to turn on the lights and open the doors for Morgan, and I doubted it was Nickamedes, since I’d just seen him over at the dining hall, chaperoning the homecoming dance.
Since I wasn’t so sure that I wanted to run into whoever else was waiting inside, I headed over to one of the side doors that led into the main floor, opened it up, and slipped in that way. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I wasn’t going to bumble right into the middle of it. Not if I could help it, anyway.
I was going to do the right thing this time. The smart thing. Get a quick look at whatever was happening, at whoever had made Morgan come here, then slip out and go get help from Professor Metis, Coach Ajax, or even Nickamedes back at the dining hall.
I moved through the stacks, trying to get a look at Morgan through the rows of musty books that separated us. The sound of her footsteps was louder in here, echoing all the way up to the ceiling and back down again, and she was still walking at that slow, steady pace.
Through the bookshelves, I caught a glimpse of the Valkyrie. Morgan still had that blank, empty look on her face, like she wasn’t even aware of what she was doing, like she wasn’t even in control of herself anymore. Like she was . . . possessed.
Like somebody had dripped her blood into the Bowl of Tears.
The thought erupted from the bottom of my brain, bursting through to the surface. I flashed back to last night in my room when I’d been reading Jasmine’s book, the one that had all the information about the Bowl of Tears in it. I focused on the memory, and the words on the page popped into my head.
It was rumored that Loki used the Bowl to bend people to his will. That once a person’s blood was dripped into the bowl the god—or whoever had the Bowl at that time—had complete control over him or her. . . .
 
The words triggered other memories of all the things that I’d seen and done over the past few days. Nickamedes talking about the Bowl and the fact that whoever had stolen it shouldn’t have even been able to take it out of the library in the first place. The ripped-up photo of Morgan and Samson that I’d found in Jasmine’s room. The rage that I’d felt when I’d touched the picture. All those books about magic and illusions that had been on Jasmine’s bookshelves. The stone statue almost braining Morgan and Samson when they were getting busy outside the library. The prowler showing up, then evaporating after Logan had killed it.
But the one thing that I kept coming back to over and over again, the
biggie,
was the fact that I hadn’t felt anything, that I hadn’t gotten any kind of flash or vibe at all off Jasmine’s body that night that I’d found her in the library. The night that I’d thought she’d been murdered. I’d thought that there had been something wrong with my Gypsy gift, my psychometry magic, but maybe . . . just maybe there hadn’t been anything there for me to feel in the first place. Not really.
The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. My Gypsy gift always let me see
something,
whether I wanted to or not. But not with Jasmine, which was the first time I hadn’t seen anything at all.
Ever.
All the images, all the memories and feelings, suddenly came together in my head, clicking into place like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. I thought I had a pretty good idea who had killed Jasmine, stolen the Bowl of Tears, and why.
Oh
no.
If Morgan was walking toward who I thought she was, then the Valkyrie was in big trouble, and so was I—
I was so busy figuring things out that I wasn’t really looking where I was going and I bumped into one of the glass artifact cases. But not just any case—The Case, the one with the strange sword in it. The one with the hilt that looked like half of a man’s face. I hit The Case so hard I jiggled the sword inside—causing the eye in the hilt to snap open.

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