“Are we sure this is a smart idea?” Grey whispered, looking around as they walked to the back of the school in the middle of the night. “So much could go wrong.”
Jem snorted from beside him, intertwining their hands. “It’s fine. We’ve done sketchier things.”
“Now is not the time,” Alexander hissed, glaring at the two boys. “They’re finding it odd enough we’re back when Grandad said we wouldn’t be back for a while. Let’s just let them in.”
“I just find it amusing how you think it’s going to be easy,” Micah replied, eyeing the group. He shifted a little. Will was sleeping on him, and he wanted his son to be comfortable.
Rosalyn’s eyes widened. “It won’t be easy?”
Micah rolled his eyes. “We are in a school full of mythical beings. They’re bound to have some protection.”
Grey tensed, of
