Chapter 72: Anastasia

I pull the cuffs of my gray wool blazer down, checking my reflection in the car's vanity mirror. My face is pale, but my lipstick is red. I snap the mirror sharp and look at Emmet. He sits in the passenger seat of the sedan, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the academy.

"We don't have to do this," Emmet says, his voice flat but carrying concern. "Arthur is with the kids at the estate. The security is doubled. We can easily skip a routine parent-teacher association meeting. Nobody would blame you."

"That is exactly why we have to go," I say, turning to him. "If...