Chapter 22
The discussion finally concluded about thirty minutes later. I had managed to keep my yawns in check, as I didn’t want to get attacked by his crazy fan girls. As soon as the session ended, I got up and was eager to get out of there.
I was just about to slip out the door when I saw Sylvester making a beeline for Whitney. My instincts flared. He was up to something. I quickly ducked back and flattened myself against the wall behind the door, just out of sight but close enough to hear.
"Miss Owen?" Sylvester’s voice was smooth, almost too smooth.
"Yes?" Whitney replied, turning to face him. Her voice was polite, but I could sense a subtle shift in her tone, a hint of guardedness.
"You forgot this," Sylvester said.
He extended his hand, holding out a single sheet of paper. My eyes narrowed. A paper? This wasn’t something I had written into the original narrative. Whitney wasn’t supposed to forget anything. This felt... off. A cold suspicion settled in my gut. He probably hadn’t found the paper; he had likely conjured it, a small manipulation using his black magic. What was on it? What was he planning?
"Ah, yes, thank you," Whitney took the paper with a polite smile and that seems to be the end of their conversation.
I waited a few moments after Sylvester walked away, letting the other students disperse. Then, I made my move. I walked to a nearby vending machine, bought a can of soda, and positioned myself around the corner, waiting for Whitney to emerge.
I counted down in my head.
3...
2...