Chapter 166

Third Person's POV

Thalia stood at the gates of Dunhollow Academy, her fingers clenching the handle of her umbrella. Mist curled around her feet like wary shadows, and though the clouds above hadn't broken, there was a trace of light in her gaze-hopeful, tentative.

The sharp purr of an engine cut through the morning silence.

A sleek, black Maybach tore through the rain-slicked road, spraying water