Spartan Frost (Mythos Academy) by Jennifer Estep

Author:Jennifer Estep
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2013-05-21T21:00:00+00:00

Dad, Sergei, and I stayed where we were, hidden by the snow and the trees, but Inari slid out from behind the stand of pines and crept toward the ski resort. Even though I was looking right at him, I never really saw him move. One moment, he was hunkered down beside me in the snow. The next, he was at the back door of the building, reaching for the knob. Ninjas had cool stealth magic like that, an amazing ability to blend into the shadows and background so well that people just sort of looked past them without really seeing them—until it was too late.

Inari tried the knob. It must have been unlocked because he cautiously opened the door. He stuck his head inside for a second before gesturing at us to approach. Sergei, Dad, and I left our hiding place in the woods, slogged through the snow and across the yard, and stepped through the open door into the house. Inari came in as well and quietly shut the door behind him. We stood there, swords raised, bodies tense, muscles clenched, looking and listening for any sign of Reapers.

Nothing—we saw and heard nothing.

Inari stepped forward once again and headed toward the right down the long hallway that we were standing in. Sergei followed along behind him, then me, with Dad bringing up the rear and watching our backs.

The hallway seemed to run the entire length of all three wings of the building, with the entire right wall being made of glass and rooms branching off to our left. We stopped, paused, and peered into each room we passed, but we still didn’t see or hear anyone else moving through the structure. But someone had to be here. Not only were the lights on, but I could hear a furnace faintly humming, and the air was warm and toasty. I even thought I smelled bacon, but that was probably just my own disappointment at not having finished breakfast.

I carefully studied each one of the rooms, but the furnishings were what I would expect to find at a ski resort. Lots of stone fireplaces, lots of overstuffed chairs and couches, lots of colorful rugs covering the gleaming hardwood floors. But there were other things here too—things that told me this was definitely a Reaper hideout.

Like the Loki masks that decorated the wall.

We found them near one of the side entrances. More than a dozen rubber Loki masks had been hooked over a series of coat hangers that jutted out from the wall, their eyes wide open and their mouths drooping, as though the hollow faces were about to start shouting and alert the Reapers that we were here. Long black robes were also draped next to the pieces of rubber, as though this was a regular coatrack—and not something far more sinister.

I shivered and dropped my gaze from the masks. I didn’t get any vibes off objects, not like Gwen did, but staring at the twisted pieces of rubber made me sick to my stomach all the same.

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