Chapter 81 Locked And Unholy (2)
- Janet
- With the lock clicked into place, he draped a caution sign over the small window. We were plunged into a dim world that smelled of cleaning supplies. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might bruise my ribs.
- “Arthur,” I whispered, the name feeling strange on my tongue. “We’re in the school closet. At noon.”