Allie looked at her in dismay. ‘This week?’
Everything was about to happen – they were so close to identifying the real spy. They’d found the key, now they had to confront the instructors, form a plan, expose Zelazny, use him against Nathaniel in some way. And the Night School instructors were all still missing. The students were unprotected. Everything was half finished.
‘Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks. Katie, we’re not ready!’ Desperation made Allie’s voice rise. ‘It’s too soon.’
‘Well, get ready.’ Katie didn’t appear sympathetic. ‘We need a plan. Like, now. I do not want to be dragged out of here by one of my parents’ thug bodyguards like poor, stupid Caroline.’
‘We’ll come up with something today,’ Allie promised her. ‘In the meantime, if they show up, hide. You have time to find places to go. The roof, the attic, the old cellar, the carrels in the library – the chapel has a priest hole; I can show you where it is.’
As she listed all the places she’d used to hide from teachers earlier in the term, Katie looked bleak. Clearly this wasn’t the great escape plan she’d expected.
She ran her fingers through her vivid hair. ‘This is such a nightmare.’
‘Don’t worry.’ Allie tried to sound positive. ‘We’re working on a plan. We’re meeting now to talk about it.’
‘I hope…’ Katie bit her bottom lip. ‘I hope you come up with something. Because this is bad.’
Her bluster had evaporated. She looked like a scared kid whose world was spinning out of control. Allie, who had never seen her looking anything but confident, didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t comfort Katie.
Besides, the others were waiting for her.
‘I guess I better go…’ When she took a step away, though, Katie followed her.
‘Hey, uh… wait.’
When Allie turned back to her she said, ‘If you ever want me to come to one of your meetings, I could do that. And, you know… help.’
Forgetting to keep her face blank, Allie gave her a look of pure astonishment. The redhead appeared anxious and almost… lonely. As if she was the one left out of things.
Last winter Allie had asked her why she’d never joined Night School when she could have had anything she wanted, and she’d given her a flippant answer. But there must have been a reason why she’d so deliberately avoided the power group at the very heart of Cimmeria Academy.
But this wasn’t the time to ask. So she nodded in a brisk, business-like way.
‘I’ll talk to them.’
‘Her parents told her it’s happening now?’ Nicole’s expressive eyes darkened.
‘She didn’t know the day for certain,’ Allie said. ‘But maybe this week.’
Carter’s jaw tightened. ‘If she’s right we’re screwed. We’re not ready.’
They were gathered in the far corner of the great hall. Pale afternoon light trickled through the enormous windows behind them. The vast ballroom with its polished oak floors and huge fireplace held only a few tables and stacked chairs, waiting for the next elegant event; its emptiness made it feel even more cavernous.
Although they were alone, they talked quietly; if they spoke any louder their voices echoed in the hollow room.
‘I’ve asked for word to be passed to my dad that I need to see him tonight,’ Rachel said. ‘He really can help us if we let him.’
‘Is it time to tell him what we know?’ Sylvain asked, turning away from Rachel to face the others.
When nobody responded, Rachel’s face reddened.
‘Come on. We can trust my dad.’ Her voice rang with frustration. ‘I don’t know how many times I have to say it. He’s on our side.’
‘I agree with Rachel,’ Nicole said. ‘I believe Raj Patel is loyal.’
‘I don’t doubt his loyalty,’ Sylvain said evenly. ‘But I think anything we tell him will get to Isabelle. Because of that loyalty.’
‘It’s true,’ Carter said. ‘Are we ready for Isabelle to find out what we’ve been doing?’
‘Not everything,’ Zoe interjected. ‘I mean, we don’t want her to know we went out to the cottage to talk to Eloise, or that we broke into her office. That would not make her go, like, “Yay. My favourite students.”’
‘So we leave those parts out. Agreed?’ Sylvain looked around the group – everyone nodded except Rachel. Sylvain held her gaze for a long moment. ‘Rachel?’
Finally she nodded her reluctant approval.
‘But we’ll have to admit we broke into Zelazny’s rooms,’ Allie said. ‘Otherwise we can’t explain the key.’
‘Agreed.’ Carter said. He turned to Allie. ‘Did Katie say anything else?’
‘Nothing much,’ she said hesitantly. ‘Except that… she kind of… wants to… join us.’
‘What?’ They chorused, and their voices echoed around the empty ballroom like a ricocheting bullet (What? What? WHAT??).