Chapter 26

• Zara’s POV
• Before dawn we arrived back at Blackwood Academy every other person must’ve enjoyed this short trip but I can’t say the same for myself. The bus rumbled into the courtyard, tires crunching on gravel. Everyone was half-asleep, hair messy, faces shadowed with exhaustion from the Greystone trip.
• I tugged my hoodie tighter around my shoulders as I stepped off the bus, the wind biting into my exposed legs. My backpack thumped against my lower back with every step. Around me, students gathered in clusters, yawning and stretching, complaining about the early midterm start.