The early evening sky over Bisby glowed with vibrant hues of pink and blue, but Thorne’s student reps were oblivious to the beauty above them as they gathered at the gate to the empty Connors house. Thorne had had them hunting for Chase all afternoon, but they’d found nothing. In a rage, he had dispatched the brainwashed teens to the Connors home with hockey sticks and instructions to enter by force and search the place for anything made of gold, any clocks or watches or anything resembling a crystal.
The reps didn’t care how unusual the orders were, of course. Or that if caught breaking and entering that they would be arrested and receive a criminal record. They only knew that it was vitally important they follow their headmaster’s wishes, no matter what. It never occurred to them to won
