Jennifer Estep - Kiss of Frost

"I'll be fine," I said. "I won't be seeing Preston again until after the break. I'm going to go to Grandma Frost's house and just chill out over the holidays. Eat junk food, watch television, read my new stash of comic books. There will be absolutely no thinking about Preston, his horrible memories, Reapers, or anything else like that."

"All right," Daphne said, finally satisfied. "But you call me every day."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, yeah. I want to know all about your Christmas-and what your parents think of Carson."

Daphne and Carson were taking the major, major step of introducing each other to their parents. Daphne was going home with Carson for a few days before Christmas, then he was coming over to her house after New Year's. After that, Daphne was going to come spend a few days with me and Grandma Frost before classes started again at the academy.

The Valkyrie bit her lip, and pink sparks of magic flashed around her fingertips. "I hope his parents like me."

"I'm sure they will," I said. "What's not to like?"

Daphne narrowed her eyes, plucked one of her pillows off the bed, and threw it at me. "Your sarcasm is noted."

I grinned. "And you love me for it."

I helped Daphne carry her ridiculously stuffed, ridiculously heavy suitcases out of her room, down the steps, and outside Valhalla Hall. Kids streamed out of all of the dorms at this point, bags in one hand and cell phones in the other. Golf carts zipped over the cobblestone paths, hauling students up the hill, past the main quad, and over to the parking lot behind the gym, where a variety of private towncars waited to drive them home or to the airport.

Carson waited out front, along with Oliver and Logan. While Logan helped Carson and Daphne load her bags onto one of the golf carts, I drifted over to Oliver's side.

"I hope you have a good holiday," I said. "Going home to see your parents?"

The Spartan nodded. "Yep. You going to your grandma's?"

I nodded.

Oliver grinned. "Try not to fall for any Reaper guys while you're away, okay?"

I rolled my eyes. "Just as long as you don't try to run down or shoot arrows at any Gypsy girls. Do we have a deal?"

"I don't know," Oliver murmured. "I kind of like scaring Gypsy girls. It's a lot more fun than myth-history class."

I punched the Spartan in the shoulder, and he just laughed.

"What about Kenzie?" I asked in a low voice only he could hear. "You going to see him over the break?"

Oliver shook his head. "He wanted to hang out, but I told him that I'd be too busy with family stuff. I think it's better if I don't see him for a while. Give me a chance to get over him, you know?"

I nodded again. I did know. "Maybe you'll meet somebody new over the holidays."

Oliver smiled, but his green eyes were dark and sad. "Here's hoping anyway."

Carson and Logan finished loading Daphne's luggage. The Valkyrie came over and hugged me tight, cracking my back with her enormous strength, then hopped into the back of the cart with Carson. Oliver jumped into the driver's seat, and the three of them waved good-bye before Oliver hit the gas and the cart took off toward upper quad.

That left Logan and me alone, standing outside Valhalla Hall. Students moved all around us, talking, texting, and laughing, but everyone was so focused on going home that no one paid any attention to us.

I wasn't quite sure what to say to the Spartan. We hadn't really talked since he'd found me a few days ago in the library, and we still hadn't discussed the kiss . I didn't know what was going on between us, but I knew I'd miss him like crazy over the next few weeks.

"So… I should probably get going," I said. "I need to go grab my stuff out of my room and catch the afternoon bus down the mountain."

Logan nodded. "Me, too. My uncle has a car waiting up at the gym to take us home."

"Nickamedes, right? He's your uncle?"

The Spartan blinked. "How did you…?"

"I saw the two of you at the ski resort, remember? And I realized just how much you look alike." I shrugged. "And the way you talked to him, it was like the two of you knew each other very, very well. Like you were family. It wasn't too hard to figure out. Why didn't you ever say anything to me?"

This time, Logan shrugged. "It's… complicated. Nickamedes and my dad don't exactly get along."

He didn't explain any more, but after a moment, he grinned. "Besides, you've met Nickamedes. Would you claim him as a relative? Especially if he worked at your school?"

I thought about the prissy librarian and how his mouth always turned down whenever he saw me. "Point taken."

"Anyway, before I go meet him, I wanted to give you this."

Logan reached into his black leather jacket and drew out a small box wrapped in silver paper. A faint flush crept up his neck, and he wouldn't look at me. "I, uh, got you something. For Christmas. I hope that's okay."

"Oh. Oh . You-you didn't have to do that." My heart soared in my chest for about half a second before I winced. "I didn't get anything for you. I'm so sorry. If I'd known-I mean, if I even thought for a second you were going to get me something-"

"Just open it, okay?" the Spartan said, interrupting me.

Logan held out the small box. I hesitated, then took it, careful not to brush my fingers against his. I held it in my palm a second, but I didn't get any real vibes off the silver wrapping paper, so I tore it off with my nails. Beneath the paper was a marble box that was a lovely shade of lilac. Once again, I held on to the box a moment, but the only flash I got off it was of Logan wrapping the paper around it. So I cracked the lid open, and my breath caught in my throat.

A gorgeous silver necklace was nestled on top of the black velvet inside the box. It looked like something a goddess would wear-all these delicate silver wires strung together. But the coolest part was that the six strands joined together, their jewel-tipped points forming a specific shape — a snowflake. The diamonds that made up the six rays of the delicate snowflake glinted in the winter sun.

After I got over my initial shock and the dazzle of the diamonds, I let out a little laugh.

Logan frowned. "What's so funny? Don't you-don't you like it?"

"Oh, no! It's beautiful. I love it, really, I do. It's just funny. My grandma and I always get each other something with snowflakes on it for Christmas. It's just part of having Frost as a last name, I suppose. I bought her a cookie jar shaped like a giant blue snowflake when Daphne and I went shopping the other day. And now, you give me this." I drew in a breath. "But it's too much. I can't accept this-"

"Yes, you can," Logan said, cutting me off again. "Think of it as an apology for me being such a dick with Savannah and everything."

His eyes locked with mine. "I've been meaning to tell you for a while now, but Savannah and I broke up while we were at the ski resort-the night after I talked to you outside the coffee shop."

He didn't have to tell me because I already knew. The news had spread around the academy the Monday morning after the Winter Carnival that Logan had broken up with Savannah. It had gone viral in about ten seconds, getting texted from one person's phone to the other. That's why Savannah hadn't been with Logan during the Saturday carnival on the mountain. I'd seen her close to him in the lobby after the avalanche, but Daphne had found out that Savannah had just been getting hot chocolate for her and Talia-not hanging out with Logan.

Nobody seemed to know the exact reason why they'd broken up, although Savannah shot daggers at me with her eyes every time she saw me. So did Talia. Even though Logan and I weren't exactly together, it was obvious Savannah thought I had something to do with their breakup and had spread the word around to her friends. Maybe I had. The thought made me happy and guilty at the same time. I wanted Logan, but I hadn't wanted him to hurt Savannah either.