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Cate leapt to her feet and turned to the door behind her. Her eyes were wide and her body trembled. “Saint,” she whispered.
“Stay in your seats,” Sarah commanded as she strode around their desk. She caught Cate’s attention and pointed at her chair. “All of you.”
Sarah opened the door and peeked out. The trouble lay at the opposite end of the hall. Grendel and another teacher stood in front of a dark figure. A few wisps of smoke rose from his arms and head. The person’s face was covered by an overcoat, and above their head was a familiar pink umbrella.
“Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you get in here?” Grendel questioned him.
“Get out of my way,” the person growled.
Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. Even with the hoarseness and tension she recognized that voice
