Chapter 995

Layna was unusually well-behaved today.

She sat quietly through class, and when the bell rang, she just rested her head on her desk, silent and still.

She didn't get involved in the other kids' mischievous plans-like dropping boogers into the teacher's mug, squirting glue on the chair, or rigging a bucket of water above the door. To Layna, those tricks were child's play.

At eight years old, Layna was far more calculating, and far colder, than anyone realized.

Some kids, people say, are just born with a streak of darkness. Maybe that was Layna.

The next day arrived in a blink.

That night, the temperature dropped, and as evening settled in, rain came pouring down in sheets.

In the dorm, Layna suddenly sat up in bed.

The girl in the bunk beside hers was startled awake by the thunder. Seeing Layna getting up, she asked, "Layna, where are you going? It's pouring outside."

There were four girls in the room; Layna was the youngest, and the oldest was twelve.

a sly little grin. "Mr. Simmons

would Mr. Simmons want to see

know. Go back to sleep, Carli. I'll be back soon," Layna replied, her face

from a wealthy family too, sent here for being too rebellious. She was ten, and before Layna arrived, she'd been the youngest-and the one

you," Carli said, swinging

Layna whispered, "Okay."

a plan—one that might finally get her out of

windows. Mr. Simmons was on duty that night, unable

of

Carli to wait in the hallway, then she

Simmons looked up, surprised, his face stern. "Layna, why aren't you in bed?

sweet as ever. "Mr. Simmons, I want

my job to make sure you're ready to go back. Honestly,

to go home, causing trouble just to get attention. But not Layna. She

she'd ever asked to go

him, unblinking, for so long it made his skin crawl. He

she stepped closer, locked eyes with him, and suddenly smiled—a strange, unsettling smile. “Mr.

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