Birdie was my biggest concern of late. Every turn she took, she went a little further than before, wielding her magic secretly to lay traps for Isla and Cyrus so as not to draw suspicion on herself. I’d heard Cyrus’s screams when he’d fallen into a pool of quicksand that had not only sucked him down, but had seared the skin from his legs. Birdie had been so damn proud of how she had grown malum weed into the sand, the toxic leaves having poisoned Cyrus’s skin so badly that he had been in the Uranus Infirmary for a week. The same day she had poisoned him, Isla had gone missing on campus, and no
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Crazy bitch....
