Chapter 22

Syanna couldn’t believe her eyes, although she had figured out the truth. The headmistress wasn’t supposed to be the bad guys. She was… she was the headmistress, for crying out loud!

But she couldn’t deny what was right in front of them. And that was the headmistress. Yet, unlike most ‘villains,’ the headmistress didn’t wear a coy smirk, or scowl that proved a long-lived hate, nor did she look like she was going to threaten their lives or tell them her sad backstory.

Instead, she smiled at them—and it wasn’t one of those evil ones. It was warm and almost motherly, and if she didn’t know better, probably even scolding.

“Hello, Syanna,” Headmistress Simpson said with a short nod. “Juliet.”

“Why am I here?” Syanna didn’t waste any time. She just went straight for the kill.

Headmistress Simpson smiled. “For your own good,” she said. “You’ve been quite busy, I’ve been told.”

“Told by who?” Syanna narrowed her eyes. No longer could she see this woman as a respected authority figure. E