Touch of Frost Read Online Free PDF Page A

password to the supersecret Fearless Five superhero lair or something. I didn’t know exactly what would happen if someone who wasn’t supposed to be at the academy—like, say, a Reaper bad guy—tried to slip through the gate or climb the wall, but surely those sphinxes and their long, curved claws weren’t just for decoration.
    I wondered about a lot of things that I would have been better off forgetting about entirely.
    Metis had also told me that the sphinxes were only designed to keep people out—not trap students inside—and that I shouldn’t be afraid of them. It was kind of hard to be afraid of something that you didn’t really believe in. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself every time I snuck off campus.
    I glanced around to make sure no one else was in sight, then jogged up to the gate, turned sideways, sucked in my stomach, and slipped through one of the gaps in the bars. I didn’t look up at the sphinxes, but I could almost feel their watchful eyes on me. They’re just statues, I told myself. Just statues. Ugly ones at that. They can’t hurt me. Not really.
    A second later, I slid free of the bars to the other side. I let out a breath and kept walking. I didn’t turn around and look back at the statues to see if they were really watching me or not. Whether I believed in the sphinxes’ magic or not, I knew better than to tempt fate.
    Students weren’t supposed to leave the academy during weekdays, which was why the gate was shut. Professor Metis and the other Powers That Were at the school liked all the warrior whiz kids to stay close by so they could keep an eye on them, at least during school nights.
    But I’d been sneaking out ever since I’d gotten here two months ago, and I’d seen other kids do the same, usually on beer or cigarette runs. What was the worst they could do to me? Kick me out? After all the freaky stuff that I’d seen here, I’d be thrilled to go back to public high school. I wouldn’t even complain about the crappy cafeteria food—much.
    Mythos might be its own little world, but what lay beyond the wall was surprisingly normal, since Cypress Mountain was a charming little suburb in its own right. A two-lane road curved around in front of the school, and a variety of shops clustered on the other side, directly across from the imposing spiked iron gate. A bookstore, some coffee shops, several high-end clothing and jewelry boutiques, even a car lot full of Aston Martins and Cadillac Escalades. And, of course, a couple of upscale wine stores that helped the academy kids party hard, despite the supposed campus ban on alcohol.
    The shops were all located here to take advantage of the limitless credit cards and enormous trust funds of the Mythos students. Apparently, the gods and goddesses had all rewarded their mythological warriors with sacks full of gold, silver, and jewels back in the day and the various descendants of those warriors had kept the gravy train of wealth going, adding to their bank balances over the years, which was why all the kids at the academy were so loaded today.
    I waited for a lull in the traffic, crossed the street, and walked down to the bus stop at the end of the block. I only had to wait five minutes before the bus rumbled by on its midafternoon route, taking tourists and everyone else who wanted to ride from Cypress Mountain down into the city. Twenty minutes and several miles later, I got off in a neighborhood that was a couple of streets removed from the artsy downtown Asheville shops and restaurants.
    If Cypress Mountain was some whacked-out version of Mount Olympus with its population of rich warrior whiz kids, then Asheville was definitely where the poor mere mortals lived. Older, well-worn homes lined either side of the street, mostly two- and three-story houses that had been cut up into apartments. I knew the area well. My Grandma Frost had lived in the same house all her life, and my mom and I had only been a few miles away in one of