Sanctum (Asylum, #2)

by Madeleine Roux

The letter looked like it had gotten run through a washing machine and then dragged through the dirt.

“Am I the only one getting a god-awful Dolores Umbridge vibe off of her? Her office isn’t pink and full of cats, is it?”

“Doesn’t he seem just a little too eager?” “He’s stoned,” Jordan whispered back. “He’d probably be excited to watch grass grow.”