Chapter 93

ALEXANDROS The faculty meeting has devolved into a catastrophe of muttered accusations, murmured anxieties, and suspicious looks. Osiris addressed the room first, briefly outlining the circumstances of Esme’s death earlier this evening—a version of events as akin to the truth as we can allow that was agreed upon before we left Silver Vale. Under the watchful eye of my boys, Ophelia stayed behind with her friends. I am grateful for the two young women who have shown Ophelia unwavering loyalty even in the face of their own fears. “So it was two vampires from Onyx who killed the girl?” Professor Yakon rubs a weary hand over his face. The werewolf is nearing retirement, and he tends to lack patience for anything outside of the biochemistry curriculum he pioneered at Montridge. “And where are they now?” More mutters and glares are directed at Nicholas Ashe. As much as I enjoy seeing my counterpart as the object of our colleagues’ disdain, I feel obliged to speak up on behalf of the Onyx ple