Kiss of Frost (Mythos Academy #2)(67)
Author: Jennifer Estep

I thought about the prissy librarian and how his mouth always turned down whenever he saw me. "Point taken."

"Anyway, before I go meet him, I wanted to give you this."

Logan reached into his black leather jacket and drew out a smAll box wrapped in silver paper. A faint flush crept up his neck, and he wouldn’t look at me. "I, uh, got you something. For Christmas.

I hope that’s okay."

"Oh. Oh. You-you didn’t have to do that." My heart soared in my chest for about half a second before I winced.

"I didn’t get anything for you. I’m so sorry. If I’d known-I mean, if I even thought for a second you were going to get me something-"

"Just open it, okay?" the Spartan said, interrupting me.

Logan held out the smAll box. I hesitated, then took it, careful not to brush my fingers against his. I held it in my palm a second, but I didn’t get any reAll vibes off the silver wrapping paper, so I tore it off with my nails. Beneath the paper was a marble box that was a lovely shade of lilac.

Once again, I held on to the box a moment, but the only flash I got off it was of Logan wrapping the paper around it.

So I cracked the lid open, and my breath caught in my throat.

A gorgeous silver necklace was nestled on top of the black velvet inside the box. It looked like something a goddess would wear-All these delicate silver wires strung together. But the coolest part was that the six strands joined together, their jewel-tipped points forming a specific shape

-a snowflake. The diamonds that made up the six rays of the delicate snowflake glinted in the winter sun.

After I got over my initiAll shock and the dazzle of the diamonds, I let out a little laugh.

Logan frowned. "What’s so funny? Don’t you-don’t you like it?"

"Oh, no! It’s beautiful. I love it, reAll y, I do. It’s just funny.

My grandma and I always get each other something with snowflakes on it for Christmas. It’s just part of having Frost as a last name, I suppose. I bought her a cookie jar shaped like a giant blue snowflake when Daphne and I went shopping the other day.

And now, you give me this." I drew in a breath. "But it’s too much. I can’t accept this-"

"Yes, you can," Logan said, cutting me off again. "Think of it as an apology for me being such a dick with Savannah and everything."

His eyes locked with mine. "I’ve been meaning to tel you for a while now, but Savannah and I broke up while we were at the ski resort-the night after I talked to you outside the coffee shop."

He didn’t have to tel me because I already knew. The news had spread around the academy the Monday morning after the Winter CarnivAll that Logan had broken up with Savannah. It had gone virAll in about ten seconds, getting texted from one person’s phone to the other. That’s why Savannah hadn’t been with Logan during the Saturday carnivAll on the mountain. I’d seen her close to him in the lobby after the avalanche, but Daphne had found out that Savannah had just been getting hot chocolate for her and Talia

-not hanging out with Logan.

Nobody seemed to know the exact reason why they’d broken up, although Savannah shot daggers at me with her eyes every time she saw me. So did Talia. Even though Logan and I weren’t exactly together, it was obvious Savannah thought I had something to do with their breakup and had spread the word around to her friends. Maybe I had. The thought made me happy and guilty at the same time. I wanted Logan, but I hadn’t wanted him to hurt Savannah either.

But the Spartan was here, now, standing right in front of me, and I wasn’t about to miss this opportunity.

I swAll owed the lump in my throat. "You know how much I

… care about you. You breaking up with Savannah. . . What does that mean … for us?" I couldn’t keep the faint whisper of hope out of my voice.

Logan stared at me, his blue eyes dark and serious, and I knew he was thinking about his secret again, and whether he could trust me with it or not. What I would think about it.

But then the moment passed, and he grinned once more. "It means I’l be seeing you after Christmas break, Gypsy girl.

Try not to get into too much trouble in the meantime, okay?"

Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was just a brief touch, just a quick caress of his lips on mine, but I stil felt the firmness of his mouth, stil felt the warmth of his body against my own, stil felt his breath mixing with mine, both of them mingling in the clouds of frost between us.

Logan drew back. He winked at me, then turned and walked away.

All I could do was smile and watch him go, wishing the holiday break was over with already.

Since All my friends had left, I went back to my own dorm room in Styx HAll to get my stuff and head down the mountain to Grandma Frost’s house. The first thing I did when I got back to the room was stand in front of the mirror on the wAll and put on the necklace Logan had just given me.

I hooked the chain together and stroked the diamond snowflake with my fingertips. Then, I closed my hand over the delicate silver strands and concentrated. It only took a second for the images and feelings to fil my mind.

Logan seeing me at the Winter CarnivAll and eyeing the snowflake toboggan I’d had on that day. The horror he’d felt when he’d realized I was in the path of the avalanche. Him watching me run from the snow and wishing he could do something, anything, to help me. The cold fear that had fil ed him when he’d gotten Oliver’s text that I was in trouble.

His determination to save me from Preston no matter what.

The fierce pride he’d felt as he watched me use Vic to fight Preston-and win.

There were some happier memories, too. Logan prowling through a jewelry shop, trying to find just the right gift for me.

Him seeing the necklace and thinking it reminded him of me. The Spartan hoping I would like it.

Logan holding me, first that night outside the coffee shop at the ski resort and then again in the library. And finAll y, our desperate kiss that day in the construction site, the one that had let me tap into the Spartan’s fighting skil s.

Through All the memories, good and bad, I felt what Logan did every time he saw or thought about me-that soft, warm, fizzy feeling that only meant one thing.

Logan Quinn reAll y did care about me.

"He likes me," I whispered. "He reAll y does like me." At the sound of my voice, Vic opened his eye. I’d propped the sword up on my desk, and his face was just level with mine.

"That’s a shiny little bauble," Vic said, staring at the necklace. "Looks like the Spartan boy has good taste."

"How do you know Logan gave it to me?"

Vic snorted. "I might be old and cranky, but I’m not bloody stupid. The boy is crazy about you. Anyone can see that. It certainly took you long enough to figure it out."