The impatient tapping of a foot against the ground echoed through the room. Olivia glanced now and then outside the window.
"Why is the sun not going down?" she muttered, as her bored gaze moved back to the small note on the side of her bed.
She knew whoever had left the note behind wasn't Lydia. Could it be the guy who sold Alexa's secret to me? She felt bile rising in her throat.
She hoped he wasn't the one, but who could the person be?
Her eyes flickered back to the sky; the sun had finally gone down. She grabbed her black hoodie and went out of the room.
The dried autumn leaves crunched underneath her black boots, her small frame walking underneath the vast night.
The northern side of the school? Isn't that the direction to the underground world? she frowned.
She knew she was being reckless. This could be a trap, but she was willing to fall into it as long as she could find the mastermind behind it.
