"This is f*cking crazy."
"I know."
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."
"I'm sorry."
At present, we stand in the alcove a few feet away from the administrative wing. Night had rolled in and the sound of doors slamming shut tells me people are closing up for the day.
"A lot could go wrong," Sophie whispers harshly.
"And a lot could go right."
"What do I get out of it anyway?"
I lock gazes with her. "Justice."
I step out of the shadowy area, calling to her, "Come on."
A muffled curse from within. Slowly she steps out. Not as Sophie, but Headmistress Alba.
"You do realize this plan could go to s**t the moment I open my mouth," she says. "I've skipped enough practice room periods to not be able to shift my vocal chords."
"Don't worry, I'll think of something."
"You sure?
