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Independent orphan Raegan St. John has been hunting for answers about her family since she can remember.
After sneaking away from her boarding school in the middle of the night, Rae learns how to do everything by hersel...
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• 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚎, 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙸 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 •
RAEGAN'S POV
They warned me about the animal attacks.
"Mystic Falls?" they'd said. "Oh, you don't wanna go there. You'll never make it out alive," they'd joked. At least, I hoped they were joking.
But something was starting to make me believe they were telling the truth.
Why else would it be so eerie here? Why else would I feel like, as soon as I passed the sign heading into town — 'Welcome to Mystic Falls. Est. 1860' — that a weight had just been placed on my shoulders, a shudder rippling through my whole body?
Maybe it was because the latest lead I'd been following for the past few weeks had assured me I'd find my family here. Maybe it was because it was December by now, and tiny glistening snowflakes were starting to float through the air, soon to stick to the roads and make it even harder to drive than I was already finding it.
Or maybe, just maybe, this town really was filled with all the death I'd heard so much about.
Only recently there had been a gas leak on a farm that had killed at least a dozen people — or so they'd said. One that sceptics were considering as suspicious, an inside job, perhaps? Not like the council had concurred. No, the leaders of Mystic Falls... they assured the town everything was all one big, unfortunate accident.
I had a superpower for knowing when someone was lying. And those police officers? The mayor? Yeah, they reeked of deceit.
And I hadn't even stepped foot into the town yet.
If the worst really was true, if these attacks and so-called accidents really were caused with malicious intent, what did that mean? For the townspeople, for my potential family, for me...
Well, I guess there was only one way to find out.
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Three Months Ago
How do I begin to explain Santa Rosa's School for Girls? Well, it was a sanctuary to some, a school to most... a prison to me.
