Hades Academy: First Semester by Abbie Lyons

Author:Abbie Lyons [Lyons, Abbie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Abbie Lyons
Published: 2019-07-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“God, I love shopping.”

Morgan was practically bouncing as we walked. It was a crisp, clear day, close to mid-November now, and we were headed down a pathway that led from the school building proper to what I’d learned was the demonic town hub, a little village called Westrock.

“It’s been featured in a few Washington Irving stories,” Teddy had told me. “The Catskills are a long-acknowledged location for mystery. Even humans recognize it.”

“And here I was thinking it was just a hot vacation destination for old people,” I’d muttered.

We walked slowly—strolled, really—and breathed in the fall air with its hints of smoke and pine. It occurred to me that I hadn’t left the campus since I’d arrived. Sure, we’d gone outside to study or hang out in the cloister, and there were outdoor hallways connecting some of the classrooms, and even a small patio off the giant refectory window arcade heated by a small wall of golden fire that kept it at a balmy sixty-eight degrees regardless of season, but I hadn’t been OUT out. And now, ordinary nature felt weirder than anything I’d seen in the semester so far.

“Ordinarily, I would’ve packed something for the ball from home,” Morgan went on. “But then I figured, why tie myself down to an outfit before I can get a read on what everyone else will be wearing?”

“So you can blend in?” Teddy said.

“So I can be as extra as possible.” Morgan rolled her eyes. “Honestly. Men.”

I snorted into the thick uniform scarf that was wrapped around my neck. It was a Saturday, so casual wear was permitted, and I’d gone back to my trusty combo of long-sleeved thermal, jeans, and my Docs. That, plus a slim but warm black peacoat that magically appeared in our dorm armoire, made for a pretty decent fall outfit.

I still didn’t know what to make of Raines’s warning. If Dean Harlowe was lying to me about some kind of danger, there wasn’t really any way I could find out anything more. After my run-in with the Infernal Three—well, the Infernal Two-Thirds—during Latin, I wasn’t about to try to sneak out of class and do sleuthing on my own. I half-wanted to bring it up with Morgan and Teddy, but I was almost positive they wouldn’t know any more than I would.

Besides, nothing was getting worse. Yes, the kyrioi were still stationed throughout the school, and had even saluted us as we passed through the gates on our way to Westrock, but they were quickly becoming just another weird thing about demon school that I had to take in stride.

So I decided to let myself be distracted.

“What do people wear to this ball, anyway?” I could picture anything from Ren Faire–style getups to prom dresses to badass tailored suits for all genders. “Are there special demon, like...outfits?”

“Nothing too different from human formalwear,” Morgan said, leaves crunching under her Chuck Taylors. “Suits for the guys, and dresses for the girls—maybe a jumpsuit if you’re feeling really daring. The big requirement is the colors.

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