echoed through the halls of Maplewood High. Stude

oan didn't move. He sat froze

side his open textbook. The words that girl

d the emptying room, trying to figure out whi

school hoodie. She carried a heavy mop and a plastic bucket. She was the scholarship kid who

to push the heavy wooden desks out of the way. A

ck, strutted into the room. He hopped up and s

Haven's body with disgusting entitlement. "Come to

l her knuckles turned white. She kept her eyes

d Haven's wrist, his grip bruising and

in Clayton's blood. He slammed

room. Leo jumped, releasing Haven's wrist. He w

face was a mask of terrifyin

ctically owned the town. Leo cursed under his breath,

Her eyes were wide with shoc

rre behavior, he grabbed his backpack, stood up

tes until the theft at the boutique. He waited until the hallway was dead silent, th

e, sneaking through the alleyway entrance and silently openin

ustrial polish and old velvet. Clayton grimaced

narrow slits of the wooden louvers on the closet door. He had a perfect view of the mana

. She stared at the diary on her coffee table. Her palms were sweati

handle rattled. Clayton stopped

ed into the room. He walked to the desk and star

ght toward the storage closet. He reac

s. If Sterling opened this door, Clayto

ce echoed from the hallway. "Alistair!

b. He turned around and sh

aky breath. A layer of col

ed it to video mode and aimed the camera lens right t

the hallway. A dark figure slinked