Jennifer Estep - (The Mythos Academy #2) Kiss of Frost
Chapter 1
Logan Quinn was trying to kil me.
The Spartan relentlessly pursued me, cutting me off every single time I tried to duck around him and run away.
Swipe-swipe-swipe.
Logan swung his sword at me over and over again, the shining silver blade inching a little closer to my throat every single time. His muscles rippled underneath his tight long-sleeved T-shirt as he smoothly moved from one attack position to the next. A smile tugged up his lips, and his ice blue eyes practical y glowed with the thril of battle.
I did not glow with the thril of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.
Clang-clang-clang.
I brought up my own sword, trying to fend off Logan before he separated my head from my shoulders. Three times, I parried his blows, wincing whenever his sword hit mine, but the last time, I wasn’t quite quick enough. Logan stepped forward, the edge of his sword a whisper away from kissing my throat before I could do much more than blink and wonder how it had gotten there to start with.
And Logan didn’t stop there. He snapped his free wrist to one side and knocked my weapon out of my hand, sending it flying across the gym. My sword somersaulted several times in the air before landing point down in one of the thick mats that covered the gym floor.
“Dead again, Gypsy girl,” Logan said in a soft voice.
“That makes twelve kil s in a row now.”
I sighed. “I know. Believe me, I know. And I’m not any happier about it than you are.”
Logan nodded, dropped the sword from my throat, and stepped back. Then he turned and looked over his shoulder at two other Spartan guys who were sprawled across the bleachers, alternately texting on their phones and watching us with bored disinterest.
“Time?” Logan asked.
Kenzie Tanaka hit a button on his phone. “Forty-five seconds. Up from thirty-five seconds the time before.”
“Gwen’s lasting a little longer at least,” Oliver Hector chimed in. “Must be the Wonder Woman T-shirt final y adding to her awesome fighting skil s.”
My face flushed at his snide tone. Okay, so maybe I had worn my favorite long-sleeved superhero shirt this morning in hopes that it might bring me a little luck, which I seriously needed when it came to any kind of fight. But he didn’t have to mock me about it, especial y not in front of the others.
Oliver grinned and smirked at me. I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a dirty look.
Kenzie looked at the other Spartan. “I think it’s cool that Gwen likes superheroes.”
Oliver frowned. He didn’t like Kenzie sticking up for me, but he didn’t say anything else. I didn’t know what Oliver’s deal was, but he always seemed to go out of his way to annoy me. Maybe he thought he was being charming or something. Some guys at Mythos Academy were like that
—they thought being total jerks was super-cool. Whatever. I had zero interest in the Spartan that way. Oh, Oliver was cute enough with his sandy blond hair, forest green eyes, bronze skin, and lazy grin. So was Kenzie, with that glossy black hair and those dark eyes. Not to mention the obvious muscles the two of them had and the lean strength that was so evident in their bodies. The only problem was that the two Spartans weren’t Logan Quinn.
Logan was the one that I was interested in—even if he had already broken my heart back in the fal .
Thinking about my stupid, hopeless, unreturned feelings for Logan soured my already grumpy mood, and I stalked across the mats toward my sword.
The gym at Mythos Academy was about five times the size of a regular one, with a ceiling that soared several hundred feet above my head. In some ways, it was completely normal. Bright banners marking al the various academy championships in fencing, archery, swimming, and other froufrou sports dangled from the rafters, while wooden bleachers jutted out from two of the wal s. Mats covered the floor, hiding the basketbal court from sight.
But then there were the weapons.
Racks and racks of them were stacked against another wal , going up so high, there was a ladder attached to one side to get to the weapons on the top rows. Swords, daggers, staffs, spears, bows, and quivers ful of curved, wicked-looking arrows. Al of them razor sharp and ready to be picked up and used by the students, most of whom took exceptional