Clare POV
Early in the morning, I made damn sure I was going to school.
First, I wasn't about to piss off Reed and risk a repeat of yesterday. Second, I had no intention of spending another second in the boarding house of horrors if I didn't have to. Something was wrong with this place, and I wasn't sticking around to find out what.
I couldn't explain it, but the air felt too thick, too still. Even in broad daylight, shadows pooled in corners where they had no business being. I swear the walls creaked, like the house was breathing—like it knew I was here.
Hell no.
