The Secret of Spellshadow Manor 3 by Bella Forrest (recommended ebook reader txt) 📗
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His previous pang of remorse turned to a feeling of grim irony.
You finally got the high-powered position you wanted so desperately, Renmark, he thought to himself. After all, being the new Finder technically made Renmark the second Head; a position of authority high enough to satisfy Renmark’s hunger for power, surely? Alex wasn’t certain it was quite what the ex-teacher had had in mind.
Alex didn’t dare peer back out, though he strained to hear what was being said as voices filtered up from below. Annoyed that he couldn’t make out what they were saying, he braved a glance out the window, just in time to see the Headmistress walking toward the prisoner, who struggled vehemently between the strong arms of the guards. Alex willed Alypia to remove the blanket from the prisoner’s face, so that he might see who was beneath it. But she did not, leaving his questions unsatisfied. Instead, Alypia simply turned and walked back toward her brother, apparently unimpressed by the blanketed gift he had brought for her.
As intensely as Alex scrutinized the shrouded prisoner, he couldn’t work out who it could be. There was an androgyny to the shape, and he couldn’t discern any defining features, aside from the size. But then, the guards standing next to the figure were of such a towering height that anyone would’ve looked small beside them.
He ducked back into the tower as he spotted Renmark raising his ghostly gray eyes once more toward where he stood. Unsettled, and frustrated at no longer being able to see what was going on, Alex shuffled as close to the edge of the window frame as he dared, straining to listen.
“And everything is back as it should be?” Alypia asked, her tone tinged with doubt.
Drily, Alex wondered what it must have been like for the Head, growing up with a sister like Alypia, but he found he could not easily picture them in the domestic setting of ordinary siblings. These two were as far from ordinary as it was possible to be, and who knew how many more royal siblings were out there who had been part of this dysfunctional family unit? It made him think back to the portraits on the walls of the ballroom at Spellshadow, pondering how many of those had been siblings and how many had been other relatives.
“The faculty has been restored, though rather more hastily than I would have liked, and I have managed to regain control of the school—all those who proved troublesome have been dealt with,” insisted the Head, though Alex could garner little else from the conversation. Every time they began to speak of something interesting, the wind changed, carrying their voices away from him so he couldn’t make out what it was they were saying anymore.
Still, what he had heard was enough to cause a wave of dread to pass through him, sinking to the pit of his stomach. If the Head had regained control and everyone had been dealt with, what did that mean for the students? He felt slightly more optimistic at the sight of only one prisoner, but it wasn’t much of a consolation; he hadn’t expected the guards to bring anyone back at all.
He listened as the group moved through the doors and into the villa itself. Only when he was sure they had moved far enough inside did he dare to look back out of the window. Glancing at the field below, he froze, his blood running cold. Staring straight back at him, meeting his gaze head-on, was the full, blazing stare of the ghostly Renmark.
This time, Alex knew he had been seen.
Chapter 32
After holding the specter’s gaze for the briefest of moments, Alex ducked back against the wall, his palms sweating and his heart racing. In the gloom, he listened for the sound of the villa doors closing with a heavy thud. Daring to peer back out, he saw that the field was empty. The strange group had gone inside the villa walls, following Alypia. The thought of Renmark being in the building did not sit well with Alex at all, especially now he’d learned that, somehow, this Finder could see him.
He wanted to go and find Helena to ask if she had any information on the person who had just been brought into the school, but he knew he didn’t have time to find her and retrieve his book from the statue where he had hidden it. Knowing he’d have more chance of finding her later, when he wasn’t so pressed for time, he decided to go and fetch his book instead. He had about fifteen minutes before he was due at his first session with Master Demeter, and he didn’t feel like pushing his luck.
He climbed out of the tower window and darted back along the walls toward the statue that stood sentinel just above the Queen’s Courtyard. Careful not to be seen, he reached up to the folded stone arms and then inside the natural recess behind them, half-expecting the book to be missing. It was still there, just where he had left it. Relieved, he plucked it from the hiding spot and tucked it awkwardly into the band of his black pants, pulling his t-shirt over the top and hoping nobody would notice the square shape at the base of his spine.
However, just as he was about to climb down, his eye was caught by the tree-line nearby, where he knew the cottage was. It was strange, but, peering toward it, Alex felt a peculiar sensation at the back of his mind, as if something wasn’t quite right. Although he knew he was really pressed for time now, and Alypia would be straight after him if he was a no-show at his first lesson, compulsion forced him to clamber down the other side of
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