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Average High School Student. Above Average Demon.
Sophie already has enough trouble. She’s a student at the reform school for delinquent Prodigium (aka witches, shape shifters and fairies) and majorly crushing on Archer Cross, an agent whose job it is to wipe Prodigium like her of the face of the earth.
Having had enough of her dangerous demon lifestyle, Sophie makes the journey to London to undergo a procedure to have her powers removed once and for all. That is until she uncovers a shocking discovery… There may be more than two demons hanging around.
Check out the excerpt below from Demonglass for a sneak peek into the sassy, sharp second installment in the Hex Hall series from Rachel Hawkins. And log onto Facebook.com/unREQUIREDREADING for more Hyperion Teen titles.
Chapter One
At a normal high school, having class outside on a gorgeous May day is usually pretty awesome. It means sitting in the sunshine, maybe reading some poetry, letting the breeze blow through your hair….At Hecate Hall, a.k.a. Juvie for Monsters, it meant I was getting thrown in the pond. My Persecution of Prodigium class was gathered around the scummy water just down the hill from the school. Our teacher, Ms. Vanderlyden—or the Vandy, as we called her—turned to Cal. He was the school’s groundskeeper even though he was only nineteen. The Vandy took a coil of rope from his hands. Cal had been waiting for us at the pond. When he’d seen me, he’d given me a barely perceptible nod, which was the Cal version of waving his hands over his head and yelling, “Hey, Sophie!” He was definitely the strong and silent type. “Did you not hear me, Miss Mercer?” the Vandy said, twisting the rope in her fist. “I said come forward.”
“Actually, Ms. Vanderlyden,” I said, trying not to sound as nervous as I felt, “see this?” I gestured to my mass of curly hair. “This is a perm, and I just got it done the other day, so…yeah, probably shouldn’t get it wet.” I heard a few muffled giggles, and next to me, my roommate Jenna muttered, “Nice one.” When I first came to Hecate, I would’ve been too terrified of the Vandy to talk back to her like that. But by the end of last semester, I’d watched my great grandmother kill my best frenemy, and the boy I loved had pulled a knife on me. I was a little tougher now.
Which was something the Vandy apparently did not appreciate. Her scowl deepened as she snapped, “Front and center!” I muttered a few choice words as I moved through the crowd. When I reached the shore, I kicked off my shoes and socks to stand next to the Vandy in the shallows, grimacing at the slimy mud under my bare feet. The rope scratched my skin as the Vandy first tied my hands together, then my feet. Once I was all trussed up, she rose, looking satisfied with her handiwork. “Now. Go all the way into the pond.”“Um…how, exactly?” I was afraid she was going to make me hop out into the water until it was over my head, an image too mortifying to even contemplate. Cal stepped forward, hopefully to come to my rescue. “I could toss her off the pier, Ms. Vanderlyden.” Or not. “Good,” the Vandy said with a brisk nod, like that had been her plan all along. Then Cal leaned down and swept me into his arms.
There were more giggles, and even a few sighs. I knew most girls would give up a vital organ for Cal to hold them, but my face flamed red. I wasn’t sure this was any less embarrassing than flopping out into the pond on my own. “You weren’t listening to her, were you?” he asked in a low voice. “No,” I replied. During the part where the Vandy had been explaining why someone was about to go into the pond, I’d been telling Jenna that I had not flinched just because some kid had called me “Mercer” yesterday, the way Archer Cross always did. Because I hadn’t. Just like I hadn’t had a dream last night that re-created in vivid detail the one kiss Archer and I had shared last November. Only, in the dream, there was no tattoo on his chest, marking him as a member of L’Occhio di Dio, so there was no reason to stop kissing, and— “What were you doing?” Cal asked.
For a second, I thought he was talking about my dream, and my whole body flushed. Then I realized what he meant. “Oh, I was, uh, talking to Jenna. You know, making monster small talk.”I thought I saw that ghost of a smile again, but then he said, “The Vandy said that real witches escaped trial by water by pretending to drown, then freeing themselves with their powers. So she wants you to sink, then save yourself.”
“I think I can manage the sinking part,” I muttered. “The rest…not so sure.” “You’ll be fine,” he said. “And if you’re not up in a few minutes, I’ll save you.” Something fluttered inside my chest, catching me by surprise. I hadn’t felt anything like that since Archer had disappeared. It probably didn’t mean anything. The sun was shining through Cal’s dark blond hair, and his hazel eyes were picking up the light bouncing off the water. Plus, he was carrying me like I didn’t weigh anything. Of course I’d feel butterflies when a guy who looked like that said something so swoon-worthy.
“Thanks,” I said. Over his shoulder, I saw my mom watching us from the front porch of what had been Cal’s cabin. She’d been staying there for the past six months while we waited for my dad to come get me and take me to Council Headquarters in London. Six months later, and we were still waiting. Mom frowned, and I wanted to give her a thumbsup to let her know I was okay. All I could manage was raising my bound hands in her general direction, clocking Cal on the chin as I did so. “Sorry.” “No problem. Must be weird for you, having your mom here.” “Weird for me, weird for her, probably weird for you since you had to give up your swinging bachelor pad.” “Mrs. Casnoff let me install my heart-shaped Jacuzzi in my new dorm room.” “Cal,” I said with mock astonishment, “did you just make a joke?”
“Maybe,” he replied. We’d reached the end of the pier. I looked down at the water and tried not to shudder. “I’ll be pretending, of course, but do you have any advice on how I’m supposed to not drown?” I asked Cal. “Don’t breathe in any water.” “Oh, thanks, that’s super helpful.” Cal shifted me in his arms, and I tensed. Just before he tossed me into the pond, he leaned in and whispered, “Good luck.” And then I hit the water.
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