Page 181 of The Blairville Legacies

What in the name of the gods...

“Are you all right?”

I looked up at Grace, caught, and nodded. Thankfully, she immediately looked back at her laptop screen.

However,nothingwas fine. And it didn’t get any better when I discovered the other publications.

Unraveling the mysteries of lycanthropy

Molecular mechanisms that enable immortality

Unmasking metamorphosis

The influence of the lunar cycle on genes

After half an hour, I slammed the laptop shut. Undecided what to do with the information about my professor. Obviously, this fanatical human was onto something he was never allowed to find out.

I hadn’t found any other personal information on him, as he seemed to keep his private life off the net. But what I knew was enough.

I had to do something. Or at least make sure this man didn’t find out about Blairville’s secrets.

Grace and I had tried to communicate with Bayla again, but she didn’t seem convinced or in the right state of mind for it. Especially after last night’s incident. Somethingthatstrange had never happened before, or at least not in my presence. Although, to be fair, I hadn’t been an active Circle member for long and a new member didn’t join every month.

I could still remember my own ritual, which had made me nauseous, but I couldn’t remember my neck cracking so horribly or losing consciousness afterward.

I had even feared that Bayla would die because she had simply slipped off the altar and the activation spell had lost its effect.

Amara must have been right.Bayla Adams was an ungifted.

We would find out in a month, but until then, Bay was under our protection. In Grace’s words: We were babysitters.

Amara had put us in charge. As if we didn’t already have enough on our plates with university and our own elemental lessons.

Goosebumps spread up my arms.

Just don’t think about it, Julie, and nothing will happen.

I breathed in deeply, then out, in and out again.

My body gradually relaxed.

“I’m allowed to sit down, right?”

Two hazel eyes looked at me questioningly.

Embarrassed, I slid closer to Emely, who eyed me suspiciously, to make room for Larissa.

I hadn’t expected to see Larissa in my business English tutorial. Even less had I expected Emely Copeland to remain seated instead of jumping up and leaving as she usually did.

Grace had a theory that one of the Copelands had committed this murder. After all, they had all had to turn last night.

I pushed the thought away, because sitting next to Emely and thinking about ending up as her next meal wasn’t really comforting.

“Have you seen Bay, by any chance?”

Larissa looked at me questioningly.

I noticed Emely starting to play with her pen. She probably didn’t know about the news. I wondered if she had been punished for the incident. However, Vivienna had gotten off lightly.

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