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James stared him down a moment longer, before he scoffed. “I can’t wait to see it go down.”
He walked off, looking proud of himself.
“I wish I knew a spell that would suffocate him,” I said. James was already taunting another student for bringing a frog onto campus.
“It’s best we don’t cast curses,” Lucas whispered lowly. “Look who else is here.”
I glanced down the hall. Fury rose in my bones when I saw Officer Baker step out of one of the dorm rooms. He was the asshole who’d arrested Professor Daniels before she’d been hanged. I noticed a shiny new sheriff’s badge attached to his uniform. Apparently, he’d been promoted. I spotted a dart gun on his hip, and it chilled me to think what kind of magical serum might be inside.
“This is your one and only warning,” Sheriff Baker told a girl.
She followed him out of the room, and I recognized Lydia from my Miriamic Law class. She wore a horrified look behind her purple glasses. Sheriff Baker lifted a piece of paper and tore it in half. Lydia threw her hand over her mouth as the sound ripped through the hall.
“You can’t do this!” she cried.
“All depictions of gods and goddesses apart from Mother Miriam are banned,” Sheriff Baker snapped.
A guy stood beside Lydia—another student from my Miriam Law class named Quentin Martin. He was much taller than Lydia, with straight black hair that fell into his eyes. His hands curled into fists. “That’s for her Supernatural Religions class!”
Sheriff Baker smirked. “Not anymore. Check your schedule. That class no longer exists.”
What the hell were the priestesses up to? We had to do something. I grabbed Lucas and started dragging him into my dorm room. We couldn’t talk out in the open like this.
A girl stepped in front of me before I got to the door. She was shorter than me, but she looked ruthless as she placed her hands on her hips and glared at me. She had no visible tattoos, and she looked younger than me. I wondered if she even had her powers yet. She had to be a freshman.
“Empty your pockets,” the girl demanded in a firm tone.
“Excuse me?” I shot back.
“All students are to be searched before entering their dorms,” she stated. “Empty. Your. Pockets.”
“I don’t know who you think you are—”
“I’m Mira Benson,” she cut me off, like that name was supposed to mean something to me. “And I’m an Executor. You will obey me or—”
“I’m a high priestess,” I told her. “What you’re doing is unjust. Do yourself a favor and quit while you still can.”
She tilted her chin up. “You may be a high priestess, but you’re still a student. And students have to answer to the Executors.”
Leroy overheard her and started laughing. “Stop acting so tough, Mira. You’re not as important as you think you are.”
“Shut up,” she snapped. “Just because you have your powers doesn’t mean you’re stronger than me.”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, little sis, but strong is the last word I’d use to describe you,” Leroy said. “Come back when your powers awaken. Then we’ll see who’s stronger.”
“You’re an ass!” she shouted.
I wasn’t interested in this sibling drama. I went to push past her, but Mira planted herself in front of my door. “You’re not getting through until you—”
A loud crash sounded from a dorm room nearby, followed by the sound of shouting. “You can’t take my wand!”
“I need a little help in here!” an Executor shouted over the sound of a scuffle.
“Don’t move,” Mira demanded before running off to help.
We didn’t listen. We entered my dorm, and we found Grant and Talia sitting on her bed. Tears streamed from Talia’s eyes, and Grant held her close to his chest. I knew instantly that the officers had already been here.
“What’d they do?” I asked softly.
