Phoebe's POV
Since the day was still young, we made our way back to Clearwater University. The instant I stepped onto campus, though, I caught the way passing students' faces shifted - their expressions turning strange and uncomfortable.
I furrowed my brow. "What's with them?"
Harold and the others picked up on the weird vibe immediately. Before Alistair could dig into what was going on, Chad rushed over to me.
His voice stayed calm and reassuring. "Don't worry about it. Word's probably gotten out about those murdered students. Head to the library - all of you. I need to call an emergency meeting with the mentors and counselors."
He couldn't risk letting Harold take charge of this mess. One angry outburst from him would probably send every student running for the hills.
Two students butchered and their bodies dumped somewhere - that kind of nightmare fuel could stay under wraps for a while, but secrets like that never lasted forever.
