Chapter Two
Witches and warlocks I didn’t recognize stared down at me from dozens of ornate golden frames as Raina and I walked through a long, narrow hallway. Candles floated in the air above us, giving the paintings a haunting glow, and the flickering light made it seem like the subjects were moving — it wouldn’t have surprised me if they were.
“Where are we?” I asked, squinting.
“This, dear, is the Veilside Hall of Fame, so to speak,” Raina said over the echo of her heels against the floor. “Each witch and warlock you see painted was previously the Head of the school.”
“But there are so many. How old is this place?” I asked.
“As old as Moon Grove itself,” Raina said.
“No wonder the castle’s falling over,” I said, and Raina chuckled.
“Good guess, but no, I’m afraid that’s simply a
