Freya's POV
"Rory, we are going to get caught."
"We're not going to get caught." He was leaning against one of the trees with that completely unbothered energy he always had, like the concept of being caught had never once occurred to him as a real possibility.
"We normally meet at Mr. Logan's office." I looked around at the trees, at the very obvious absence of any building we were supposed to be in.
"At least there we have a reason to be somewhere. Here we're just two students standing in the woods during a lesson."
"School isn't over for the day." Rory pushed off the tree slightly. "Mr. Logan will still be around, which means he's not wondering where I am yet, which means nobody is looking for us."
"My friends will notice I'm not in class."
"They will figure it out." He tilted
