Prologue: 2 Years Prior
It was 11 pm on Saturday night. An hour past the Wayland Academy curfew, most girls had already retired to their rooms and were prepping for bed. Scarlet, Estelle and Blair, on the other hand, were not.
“This way, this way,” the lanky redhead whispered, leading the two girls down a dark corridor. Scarlet King was a natural born leader, just like her older sister, who had also attended Wayland. Graduating valedictorian just two years before, Amelia King was everything Scarlet ever wanted to be: beautiful, fierce and cunning. The King family was a legend at the school and as a mere freshman, Scarlet hoped she could live up to that.
Estelle Michaels followed close behind. Soft blonde locks falling into her eyes, she struggled to see. “I’m scared,” she mumbled under her breath.
“Ditto,” Blair squeaked. The girls continued creeping down the lonely hall, hesitant of whatever might come their way.
“Will you babies shut up? Please,” Scarlet retorted, picking up her pace. Finally they came to a crippled brown door, with a heavy silver lock. She fumbled through the pocket of her blazer until she found exactly what she needed: a key. Within moments, the three of them were inside a new room, with a tad more light than before. On the ground were several candles, their wicks burnt down to practically nothing, and a book.
The room smelled strongly of lavender and dust. Estelle, curious in nature, began picking around, touching everything she could get her hands on. Scarlet led her two friends to the floor along next to her. She peered down at her hand and the notes she had scribbled. “Page 50,” she said aloud, plowing the book upon her lap and flipping the ancient, tattered pages. “Light candles.” And Scarlet did so. “Begin to read.”
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