Acca by Christina Bauer

Author:Christina Bauer [Bauer, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781943858286
Publisher: Monster House Books, LLC
Published: 2016-12-13T06:00:00+00:00

To: My Dearest Prescott-kins.

From: His Lady.

My stomach sours. I get the Lady part, but Prescott-kins? This is going to be gross. Still, I need to read this nastiness, just in case there’s a clue hidden somewhere. The envelope has already been opened, so I pull out the letter.

My dearest man,

I’m sitting alone, missing you, and thinking of our last time together. Remember how I twisted my fingers through your long, sweaty chest hair right after we—

Whoa.

I fold up the letter like it holds the contagion for a zombie apocalypse. No way am I reading another word. I only got through two sentences, and now I’ll never unsee the image of my headmaster’s nest of sweaty chest hair after getting intimate with his so-called Lady. I jam the letter back into the envelope and slam the drawer shut.

My inspection of the desk is officially over. I pat my pocket. Although I did have to read about Prescott-kins, I still got these sheets for Lincoln. Go me.

Voices sound outside the front door. It’s Prescott, and he’s talking to the guards. I can’t tell everything they’re saying, however the word tampon comes up quite a bit. I haul ass so I’ll be standing before the headmaster’s desk when he comes in.

The door opens slowly. “Missy?”

“Yup.” I don’t even correct him this time.

Prescott slowly steps into the room. “The guards, uh, told me about your situation.”

Mr. Neat is freaking out about the tampon-thing. Nice. I make a great point of wincing.

“Whatever they said, they didn’t do it justice.”

“You know what? We can have our conversation later. I know you have…Things to do. You realize your error at breakfast, correct?”

“Absolutely.” Not.

“Excellent. Don’t let it happen again.” He opens the door wide. I see my chance and take it. Without so much as a goodbye, I hightail it out of Prescott’s office. The door shuts behind me with another slam. Frustrated mumbles sound from behind the closed door. I can just imagine Prescott talking to himself while he pulls out his wipes and sanitizer, ready to go to town on every surface I may have come in contact with.

Cool. That’ll keep him busy for a while.

For my part, I now have gym class with Lincoln. Although I did grab the sheets from Prescott’s book, I can’t celebrate too much. After all, my big goal was to find that codex, and I came up empty. Even worse, today is Friday. If we don’t find the codex today, then Lincoln and I can go to jail.

I stomp across the grass. Hells bells. I was so sure that the codex was in his office. It’s beyond maddening. Both the codex and the coin are definitely on this island, but we haven’t found either one yet. And worst of all, the Earl of Acca has something special planned for our wedding, according to the Acca warriors from last night. In Aldred-speak, that means trouble.

A small wooden sign has been tacked to one of the trees. It reads “Practice Field” and has an arrow that points toward a path through the forest.

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