Midnight Frost (Mythos Academy #5)(6)
Author: Jennifer Estep

Namely, my nightmares, although I didn’t tell her that. I hadn’t told Grandma Frost or Professor Metis about them either. Vic and Nyx were the only ones who knew that I dreamed about Logan stabbing me over and over again, if only because they were with me in my room every night and had to listen to my screams.

Daphne chewed her lower lip in doubt, and more sparks of magic flickered in the air around her. I made myself smile at her, hoping to convince her that I was having a great time. Yeah, maybe it hadn’t been the easiest thing in the world, hearing her chatter on about her date with Carson, especially since my one and only date with Logan had ended with me getting arrested by the Protectorate a few weeks ago. But she was just trying to be a good friend, and I wasn’t going to ruin her fun because I was tired, cranky, and worried about problems I couldn’t fix.

"Are you sure?" Daphne asked, tossing her sweater aside and plopping down on the bed beside me. "Because we can totally do something else."

"I’m sure," I replied in a firm voice. "Besides, we’ve only been through half your closet. We can’t stop now."

Daphne arched an eyebrow. "Your sarcasm is noted."

She reached down, grabbed a pillow off the bed, and threw it at me, but I laughed and easily ducked down out of the way.

An alarm on my cell phone beeped, reminding me that I had fifteen minutes to get my butt in gear and get over to the library.

"And fun time is officially over," I said, making a face and getting up off the bed. "Gotta go slave away in the library. You know Nickamedes will be on my case if I’m so much as one minute late."

On the floor, Nyx let out a fierce growl and finally pounced on the stuffed toy, tearing into it with her baby teeth. Vic’s eye snapped open at the sound of the fabric ripping, and he stared at the wolf pup.

"Way to go, fuzzball," Vic said. "You’re getting much better at pouncing on things. I approve. Soon, you’ll be ready to take on some Reapers."

Nyx puffed up with pride and spent the next two minutes racing from one side of the room to the other, the Hello Kitty plushie hanging out of her mouth as she showed off her prize to me, Vic, and Daphne.

"You know that was my favorite toy, right?" Daphne groused.

"Well, just think," I chirped. "Now you can buy a new one . . . that’s wearing even more pink."

Daphne gave me a shove, careful not to hurt me with her Valkyrie strength. I laughed and tossed a pillow back at her.

Nyx plopped down on her butt, tilted her head back, and let out a triumphant, if slightly squeaky, howl. She’d totally killed Hello Kitty, and she knew it. And even Daphne had to smile at that.

Daphne offered to walk with me over to the library, but I told her to stay put and finish going through her closet. She reluctantly agreed.

Usually, Alexei would have been waiting outside Daphne’s dorm, Valhalla Hall, to walk with me wherever I was going, but he’d texted me to say he was busy with something and he’d meet me at the library. So I looped my gray messenger bag over my chest, clipped a purple leash to the collar Nyx was wearing, per Linus Quinn and the Protectorate’s rules, and headed out.

It was even colder today than it had been yesterday, and the whistling winter wind cut through my thick layers of clothes like they weren’t even there. But campus was much livelier this afternoon, as kids went to their after-school clubs, sports, and activities, headed over to the dining hall to get some supper, or trudged toward the library to finally get started on that essay that was due, like, first thing in the morning.

I walked along the cobblestone path winding up the hill and stepped onto the main quad, which featured the five buildings where students spent most of their time – English-history, math-science, the gym, the dining hall, and the Library of Antiquities.

I tucked my chin down into my scarf and hurried over to the library. Despite the cold, I stopped a moment at the bottom of the main steps, where two gryphon statues sat.

Eagle heads, wings, lions’ bodies, long tails, curved beaks, sharp talons. The gryphons seemed like they were about a breath away from breaking free of their stone shells and attacking anyone who so much as glanced at them funny. But it wasn’t just how fierce they looked that made them seem special to me. There was some sort of presence, some spark of life, deep inside the stone. I’d felt it before when I’d touched the statues, and I could sense it now. But instead of filling me with dread like it used to, the fact that the gryphons were watching over me gave me a sense of comfort and peace. As if maybe they really would spring to life and help if something terrible happened here.

Another cold blast of wind swept across the quad, making me shiver, so I gave the gryphons a small salute, then left the statues behind, hurried up the steps, and headed into the library.

It might be cold, dark, and gloomy outside, but the high dome that arced over the main space gave the inside of the library a bright, airy feel. Stacks of books ringed the bottom floor, while a wide aisle cut through the middle of them and led to a series of glassed-in offices in the center of the enormous room. Acres of marble made up the floor and the walls, but my gaze drifted up to the second floor and the statues there – the ones of all the gods and goddesses of all the cultures of the world.

The statues circled the entire balcony, each facing out toward the center of the library, as if they were watching over the students studying below. Slender columns separated the statues from each other, although it sometimes seemed to me as if the gods and goddesses were leaning around the columns and whispering to each other about all the happenings below. Then again, that might have just been my psychometry playing tricks on me, like it so often did, especially where statues were concerned.

I walked down the main aisle, but instead of going behind the checkout counter, logging on to the computer system, and getting to work, I veered off to my right, where a freestanding coffee cart was shoved in between some study tables and the stacks behind them. I got in line and breathed in, enjoying the rich, dark aroma of the hot espresso mixed with the softer scents of chocolate, vanilla, and cinnamon that flavored the air.

Maybe it was the cold outside, but I wasn’t the only one who wanted a drink or a snack, and several kids were ahead of me in line. As I stood there, I was aware of eyes on me. Except this time, it wasn’t the statues who were watching me – it was my fellow students.

I knew what they saw when they looked at me – a girl with violet-colored eyes and frizzy, wavy brown hair who was wearing not-so-designer jeans, sneakers, and a gray T-shirt and sweater under her purple plaid jacket. Nothing really out of the ordinary or impressive, but the students started talking all the same.