It’s getting late. Irina’s shift should be ending soon.
We don’t have to wait long.
After a few minutes, Irina heads for the circulation desk, her back turned to us. “Have a good night, Margrét.”
Margrét peers up from her red-rimmed glasses. “You too, dear. See you Thursday.”
Irina rushes out the main entrance.
We follow her outside.
From the top of the stairs, we have a clear view of Irina hurryingdown the walkway. Instead of going to Freyja Hall, she heads for the quad. Is she going to the dining hall? Once there’s enough distance between us, I motion for us to move. Edith is quick. It doesn’t take long for us to trail Irina.
Irina stops in front of Egill’s statue.
I flatten against the side of the building, pulling Edith with me. Did she see us? Hear us? Irina isn’t a berserkr, so I assume it would be harder for her to sense she’s being followed. Edith’s mouth pops open, but I shake my head, unwilling to risk giving our location away.
I peek out from the corner.
Irina glances around the courtyard, looking nervous. She must be satisfied she’s not being followed, because she continues onward—but not to the dining hall.
She heads straight for the seer campus.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINEEDITH
Irina goes right for the seer school and disappears inside the crumbling building. We stop in front of the door. If we go in, chances are we’ll get trapped again. Since Amund already faced his trauma, this time, it’ll be my turn.
“Are you sure about this?” Amund asks me. He must have come to the same conclusion.
I have no choice but to face it.
Ihaveto. I can’t keep living my life like this.
“Yeah,” I say, pulling open the door.
I step inside the seer school. As soon as Amund follows me in, the door slams shut behind us. I tug the handle, but it won’t give. We’re sealed inside now.
The school is empty, eerily quiet.
There’s no sign of Irina anywhere.
I turn to Amund. “Where did she go?”
“We’ll have to search room by room,” he says, sounding like a hunteragain. “Normally, we’d split up to cover more ground, but… I think it’s safest we stay together.”
“Definitely,” I say quickly.
If Irina really is the killer, she’s attacked both of us once already.
At least this time, we won’t be facing her alone.
Amund moves swiftly down the hall, taking quick steps as he surveys the area.
“She couldn’t have gone far, right?” I say to him.
He nods, then pushes open the nearest door and sweeps inside.
Amid the empty classroom, a girl sits at one of the desks. She looks up at us, revealing a pale face and brown hair.
