A few weeks after my initiation by firespell, his ghost story didn’t sound so unusual. I had a few ideas about where Sister Bernadette might have gone . . .
The man in black noticed I was heading for the gate and waved his hand at me. “Young lady, are you a student at St. Sophia’s School for Girls?”
The people taking the tour turned to look at me. Some of them actually looked a little scared, like they weren’t entirely sure if I was real. Others looked skeptical, like they weren’t entirely sure I wasn’t a plant.
“Um, yes,” I said. “I am.”
“Mm-hmm,” he said. “And have you seen anything mysterious in the hallowed halls of St. Sophia’s?”
I looked back at him for a moment and kept my features perfectly blank. “St. Sophia’s? Not really. Just, you know, studying.”
At his disappointed look, I continued through the gate. I glanced up at the black stone towers and the monsters that stood point on the edges of the building’s facade. These were the gargoyles Scout had referred to, with their gnarly dragonlike faces and folded batlike wings. They perched on the corners of the building as clouds raced behind them, their bodies pitched forward like they were ready to take flight.
“They’re definitely St. Sophia’s appropriate,” I murmured, “but they aren’t exactly pretty.”
Okay, maybe I imagined it. Maybe I was tired, or the run-in with Sebastian had finally scrambled my brain.
But just as the words were out of my mouth, and before I’d taken another step forward, the gargoyle on the right-hand corner of the building tilted its head and stared down at me with an expression that was none too amused.
Frankly, he looked a little irritated.
My jaw dropped. I wasn’t sure if I was more surprised that he’d moved—or that he’d been offended because I didn’t think he was pretty.
“Sorry,” I mouthed back.
Within the blink of an eye, he reassumed his position, and looked just the same as he had a moment ago.
Surely I hadn’t just imagined that?
On the other hand, I thought, walking toward the door again, stranger things had happened.
It was St. Sophia’s, after all.
About the Author
Chloe Neill was born and raised in the South but now makes her home in the Midwest, just close enough to St. Sophia’s to keep an eye on things. When not transcribing Lily’s adventures, she bakes (a lot!), watches entirely too much television, roots for her favorite college football team (Go, Big Red!), spends time with friends, and plays with her dogs, Baxter and Scout. In addition to the Dark Elite novels, she also writes the Chicagoland Vampires novels.
Chloe Neill, Hexbound
(Series: The Dark Elite # 2)
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