Kiss of Frost (Mythos Academy #2)(29)
Author: Jennifer Estep

"Look, I’m sorry," Logan said in a low voice. "I just didn’t like seeing you with that other guy. I saw the two of you talking through the window, and when you got up, I knew you were leaving with him."

"You’re such a damn hypocrite. You had no right to come out here and get between us," I whispered in a fierce voice.

"No right at al . Not while you’re with Savannah."

"I know."

He didn’t say anything else, and the snow continued to drift down, a curtain shutting out the rest of the world. Even the noise of the party seemed dim and distant now. Or maybe that was because Logan was fil ing up my senses until there wasn’t room for anything else.

The seconds stretched out and turned into a minute, then two.

Stil , he didn’t say anything-he just kept looking at me with his blue, blue gaze.

"Kiss me or let me go," I final y said in a miserable voice, hot tears stinging my eyes. "I don’t care anymore." Logan’s face softened. "I never meant to hurt you. That’s the last thing I would ever want to do. I care about you too much for that, Gwen."

Gwen. I closed my eyes at the sound of him saying my name.

At the faint rumble of his deep, sexy voice. I couldn’t bear to look at him. Maybe it was dark and twisted of me, but right now, for this one second, I wanted to pretend that we were a couple. That we real y were out here in the dark

-alone-together.

"Gwen," Logan repeated, a faint, pleading note in his voice.

I stil didn’t open my eyes. Silence. Then-

"Gwen." A husky whisper, ful of al the longing I felt.

Logan’s breath grew hotter on my face, and I knew that his lips were inching toward mine. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and I waited for him to kiss me. For the images and feelings to fil my mind. For Logan to fil my mind until there was nothing else-

The door to the coffee shop banged against the side of the building. My eyes snapped open, but Logan had already drawn back. And there was this look on his face of

… of relief. I knew it was because he hadn’t kissed me.

Because I hadn’t touched him, hadn’t flashed on him, which meant that his deep, dark secret-whatever it might be-

was stil safe.

Giggles fil ed the night air, along with flashing pink sparks.

Daphne and Carson stumbled outside, both of them a little tipsy, and their arms wrapped around each other. Carson’s glasses sat crooked on his face, and lip gloss shimmered on one of his cheeks.

It looked like he and Daphne had been having a very good time inside at the party. The happy couple took one look at Logan and me, stil locked together in the shadows, and their laughter cut off.

"Gwen?" Daphne asked, staring at the two of us. "Is something wrong?"

"Let go of me," I muttered in a low voice.

Logan dropped his arms and stepped back.

"No," I said, keeping my gaze fixed on my friends instead of looking at Logan. "Everything’s fine. I’m ready to leave.

Are you guys?"

The Valkyrie glanced at Carson, who nodded.

"Yeah. We’re ready," Carson said.

"Good. Let’s go."

I brushed by Logan, so close that I felt his breath kiss my cheek once more, before breaking free and heading toward the hotel. Daphne and Carson scrambled to catch up with me. I didn’t look back at Logan, even though I knew the Spartan was watching me the whole time.

I’d be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.

"Who does Logan Quinn think he is?" I fumed, stalking from one side of the hotel room to the other. "Can you believe him?

He’s got some nerve!"

Daphne rol ed her eyes and hit a few buttons on her laptop.

"Yeah, yeah. That’s the same thing you’ve been saying for an hour now, Gwen. If you don’t stop pacing, you’re going to wear a hole in the carpet." After my almost-kiss with Logan, I’d hurried back to the hotel as fast as I could, with Daphne and Carson right on my heels. They’d been worried about me, but I’d forced myself to put on a calm face, even though my emotions ate away at my heart like acid rain dripping everywhere. I’d already ruined their buzz from the party, so I told my friends that I was fine and was going to the room to take a shower.

Then I’d gotten in the elevator and left them in the lobby so they could enjoy some time alone together.

Daphne had come up to our room an hour later, lips red, cheeks flushed, her magic crackling like crazy. She looked like a girl who’d just had a hot, intense, total y enjoyable make-out session with her boyfriend. I envied her. Oh, how I envied her.

I’d had some time to think while Daphne had been with Carson, and I’d gone from heartbroken and melancholy to seriously pissed at the fact that Logan had the power to make me heartbroken and melancholy in the first place.

Now, I was in a "bloody fit," as Vic would say.

I glanced over at the sword. Vic was safe and snug in his black leather scabbard, and I’d leaned him against the dresser within easy reach. The sword’s eye was closed, and his mouth was relaxed in a way that meant he was sleeping. No surprise. Vic usual y snoozed whenever Daphne came over to my dorm room.

The sword claimed that al the "bloody girl talk" bored him.

"I can’t believe the nerve of Logan," I muttered again and resumed my pacing. Since the room was so big, it took me several seconds to stalk from one side to the other.

Daphne pushed down the screen of her laptop and crossed her arms over her chest. Her pink Hel o Kitty pajamas matched the stickers that decorated her computer case.

"So what are you going to do about it?" the Valkyrie asked.

"Are you going to make a play for Logan and take him away from Savannah? The way he was staring at you outside the coffee shop, I think you could total y do that. He real y does like you, you know. You should have seen the look on his face when he was holding you. It was intense.

Even for a Spartan. I’ve seen some of them in ful battle-rage mode who didn’t look that focused."

"Wel , he’s got a funny way of showing it." I flopped down onto the bed. "And I’m not going to take him away from Savannah. I’m not Morgan McDougal . I don’t go around stealing other girls’ boyfriends."

"Morgan doesn’t exactly steal them," Daphne pointed out.

"She just sleeps with them on the sly."

I thought about how sad Morgan had looked, first in the library earlier this week and then again tonight outside the coffee shop. I felt bad talking about the Valkyrie like she was just the school slut and nothing more. She had feelings, too, just like the rest of us did. "Whatever. The point is that I’m not like her, and I don’t want to be. Not even for Logan freaking Quinn."