Chapter 76: The Jotter of Lies
(Isabella's POV)
The hallways of St. Augustine's were always quiet during these hours. It always sent a chill up my spine and goosebumps down my arms whenever we made it out of our rooms by this time of the night.
Each step we took was muffled and careful, the soles of our shoes pressing against the cold marble as if afraid to wake the ghosts sleeping beneath it. The faint glow of the emergency lights along the corridor painted everything in dull gold, shadows stretching tall and thin against the walls.
Eilidh moved ahead, her black hoodie blending with the darkness, every movement was measured and quick. Yvette followed close behind, muttering curses under her breath every time her bracelet jingled. According to her, she had to do this stylishly. But at this point, stylish may very well endanger us.
"Yvette," I whispered. "Take that off before we get caught." I told her.
She sighed but she knew she had to take it off. Stylishness be damned.
