Morrighan Yearwood is the Director of Mistfall Wilderness Camp. A tall woman with a trim figure, pale skin, and perfectly coiffed silver hair, Director Yearwood looks like she belongs in one of those prissy rich kid schools. But she’s here, overseeing the five islands. Her office stands out from the rest of the camp facilities, done up in shades of brown, gold, and white, with a huge intimidating fireplace, a plush carpet, and mysterious low lighting. Her office is on the Level One island as are the main facilities of this camp. I’ve never seen Director Yearwood look unruffled. She looks composed every time I see her, wearing one of her fancy skirt suits and heels. She’s always wearing heels. She’s the most put together person I know, which makes me a little in awe of her.And right now, she doesn’t look very pleased to see me.“Well, Miss Night,” she’s studying me, “I’ve never had a student come to my office quite as often as you.”“I didn’t come here by choice,” I mutter. “A

“You must be really obsessed with me,” I stare at her.Veronica just scoffs. “How was your time in the tunnels?”“A hoot,” I smile, pleasantly. “We should go together more often.”She tilts her head, “I heard you cried like a little baby.”“Did you now? Who told you that? Rachel?”Veronica just smiles, “You’re messing with the wrong person. Even I’m not stupid enough to get in Rachel’s path. That little trip to tunnels was just the beginning.”My own smile doesn’t waver, “She’s doing her best at defaming me. But then you gave that a shot a couple of months ago, as well. Didn’t really work out, did it? And besides,” I study her, “I thought you were gunning for Jesse. How come you don’t have a problem with his ex-girlfriend trying to get him back?”Veronica laughs, “Rachel’s a counselor. Counselor-student relationships are not allowed. She can try but if word gets out, which it will, she’ll be fired.”I blink.Is she actually planning to double-cross Rachel?“And you think that

“And you didn’t get a glimpse of the person?”I shake my head and Director Yearwood frowns before glancing at Rachel who’s standing by the side of the desk. “This isn’t good.”I don’t meet Rachel’s eyes, my thoughts focused on the bottle. The only person who would have a reason to make the bottle disappear is her. “This is the third time a student has been attacked in the tunnels this month alone.”The Director’s words have me stiffening. This month?!Does this mean that the attack had nothing to do with me?Till now, I had been assuming that it had been Rachel down in the tunnels. But Rachel had no reason to attack Quill. And the attacker clearly knew we were separating, and they went after Quill when I would have been a closer target. Something else is going on here.My thoughts go back to the underground vaults. I know for a fact that there is more than one vault and Annabelle, the counselor who had been a traitor, had been after whatever had been inside the vault. What

All these theories are cooking in my head as I sneak out after curfew while Beth sulks.“I want to go to the hot springs, too,” she complains, watching me fold the towel and hide it under my jacket. “How come you get to do all the fun stuff?”“Get a boyfriend,” I advise.“Quill says that all the boys here will take advantage of me because I’m naive.”I stare at her. “Why would you listen to Quill?”“I don’t know,” she flops back on the bed. “I want to sneak out, too!”“Since when did you become so daring?” I question, making sure I have everything with me.“You’re a good influence on me,” she laughs, before pulling up the sheets. “I’m going to dream about hot springs tonight.”Turning off the lights, I slip out after a few minutes. The patrols haven’t started yet so I make it to the bridge leading to the Level Two island.I’ve only been on the Level Two island a handful of times and never for long. The topography is vastly different from what I’m used to, the air dryer for som

“This is a bad idea,” I mutter to myself, walking through the tunnels, my entire body tense. “This is how all the people in horror movies die, Taylor.”But even I can’t stop myself at this rate, not when I’m so close to the truth. It’s hard to navigate the tunnels but as I run my hands along the walls, I’m able to feel the carvings more distinctly and I don’t have to stop to pause and remember which is which. Maybe the time I was stuck here did have some use. Because I know exactly where I am.I hear a clattering sound in the distance, and I make my way towards it, mask clenched in one hand. I feel a trickle of sweat make its way down my spine and it takes every bit of courage to keep going. I don’t know what the plan is. I don’t even know if there is a plan. Should I just observe and tell someone what I saw so that we can ambush Derek later?Because there is no way he didn’t throw this mask here.But what if he catches me?Should I turn around?However, as these thoughts consu