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another day. After all, we wouldn’t want to scare you off before the fall semester starts.”
    She tried to smile, but her lips wouldn’t quite turn up all the way. After a minute, she quit trying and looked away from me.
    I thought of all the weird stuff I’d seen today. The dark, Gothic buildings, the kids giving off sparks of magic, the creepy statues of monsters, the ones of the gods and goddesses in the library, and now two guys hacking at each other with swords. I was starting to think that maybe Mythos Academy was exactly what Metis had claimed it was—a school for warrior whiz kids. The thought sent a shiver up my spine and filled me with confusion at the same time.
    If Mythos was a school for warrior whiz kids, then what was I doing here? I wasn’t a warrior, and given how much I sucked at gym class at my old school, all the training in the world wouldn’t turn me into one.
    â€œCome on,” Metis said, getting to her feet. “I’ll take you over to the dining hall, and then we’ll go back to the library so you can finally meet Nickamedes.”
    â€œI can’t wait,” I muttered, but the professor didn’t hear me.
    Metis started walking down the bleacher steps, and I got up and followed her. She pushed through the doors and waited, holding one open for me. Even though I knew I was dawdling, I couldn’t help sneaking one more glance over my shoulder at the Spartan guy—Logan.
    He noticed me staring at him and gave me a slow, suggestive wink. Was he . . . was he flirting with me? He didn’t even know me.
    â€œLogan!” Coach Ajax called out. “You’re up again!”
    Logan tipped his head to me one more time, then turned to face his next opponent.
    â€œGwen?” Metis called from the doorway. “Are you coming?”
    â€œYeah,” I said, tearing my gaze from the Spartan. “I’m coming.”
    I followed Professor Metis out of the gym and back to the main quad. My eyes roamed over the landscape. I saw the same things I had when I’d first stepped onto the quad. Trees. Benches. Buildings. Students. Statues.
    It all looked innocent enough from a distance, but there was more here than met the eye. I didn’t have to touch anything or use my Gypsy gift to figure that out. I could feel it deep in my bones.
    I didn’t know why I was being shipped off to Mythos Academy or how I was supposed to fit in with the rich kids and the weapons they wielded with such skill, but one thing was certain—my life was never, ever going to be the same.

TOUCH OF FROS†
    A Mythos Academy Novel
    Jennifer Estep

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I was almost clear of Valhalla Hall when a window on the second floor opened and a backpack sailed outside and plummeted to the ground in front of me. Somehow, I stifled the surprised scream in my throat. Especially since the backpack was followed a second later by a guy who landed in a low, perfect crouch. He got to his feet with ease, like the twenty-foot fall was nothing to him, and I saw who he was.
    Logan freaking Quinn.
    It was more dark than light now, and the Spartan looked even more dangerous in the blackening shadows. The pale, milky moon brought out the blue highlights in his thick, wavy black hair. Logan dusted a few leaves off his designer jeans, then glanced up to find me staring at him. His eyes narrowed in his chiseled face.
    â€œWell, well, if it isn’t the Gypsy girl out here in the dark all by herself... .”

To my mom, my grandma, and Andre—just for being themselves

Acknowledgments
    Any author will tell you that her book would not be possible without the help and hard work of many, many people. Here are thanks for some of the folks who helped bring Gwen Frost and the world of Mythos Academy to life:
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    Thanks to my agent, Annelise Robey, for encouraging me to try