Touch of Frost by Jennifer Estep

Author:Jennifer Estep [Estep, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Speculative Fiction
ISBN: 9780758266927
Publisher: K-Teen
Published: 2011-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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you know what I mean. Now, I want you to go to that dance and have fun. Or at least promise me that you’ll think about it.” I couldn’t say no to her, but I also couldn’t let go of my guilt, hurt, and anger long enough to say yes either. “Okay. I’ll think about going. But no promises.” “That’s all I wanted to hear, pumpkin.” Grandma kissed me on the forehead, then got up and started putting the rest of the cooling cookies into a tin so I could take them back to the academy with me. I just sat there at the table, thinking about everything that Grandma had said and wondering if maybe it was time to get on with my life—and have a little fun. Whether I really felt like it or not. Touch of Frost

Chapter 16 Once Grandma Frost packed up the cookies, I slipped the tin into my messenger bag, got on the bus, and rode back up to Mythos Academy. The quad was almost deserted by this point, as most of the students had retreated to their dorm rooms to get ready for the homecoming dance. Normally, I would have enjoyed the si- lence and watching the squirrels hop from branch to branch in the trees that towered over the lush lawn. But it was like the whole academy had suddenly turned into a ghost town. It was too empty, too quiet, especially for a school where one of the students had been murdered a few days ago. Once again, I felt like all the eyes on all the statues on all the buildings were looking down at me, watching my every move. I shivered, stuck my hands into my gray hood- ie pockets, and hurried on. The Library of Antiquities wasn’t any better. Not a single student sat at the tables in the main space in front of the checkout counter. No professors either. Nobody was even manning the snack cart this afternoon, and most of the lights had already been turned off in the maze of glass offices in the center of the library. I couldn’t help but look to my left at the spot where the Bowl of Tears had been—and where

Jasmine had been murdered. There was nothing left to see, of course, just like there hadn’t been the last time that I’d been in here the day after her death. The blood, body, and Bowl of Tears were all long gone. Still, it felt like there was a watchful silence in the spot, like there was some kind of invisible force sitting there just waiting for something to happen. Like, say, maybe a Gypsy girl to walk by so the big, bad monster could leap up out of the floor or wherever it was hiding and grab her. I shivered again. Okay, so maybe all that was just my overactive imagination at work, but right now just looking at the place where Jasmine had been killed seriously creeped me out.

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