Touch of Sibyl

Chapter Eleven

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My chance meeting with Zac Quinn spooked me so much that I practically ran all the way back to Styx Hall. It was almost eight o'clock now, and darkness had fully fallen on the academy. The golden glow from the street lamps that lined the walkways and huddled next to the buildings did little to banish the black shadows. Or maybe that was just because I'd stolen a laptop and other personal stuff from a dead girl's room and now I was feeling all guilty about it.

I swiped my ID card through the machine and went inside the dorm. A few girls, Amazons mostly, hung out in the common area downstairs, texting on their cells, watching TV, or both. Once again, nobody paid any attention to me as I went up the stairs. I doubted they realized that I lived here at all.

My dorm room was the only one on the third floor, stuck in a separate little round turret that had been added onto the building for whatever reason. The walls were straight, although the roof rose up like a pyramid above my head. A couple of large picture windows were set into the turret, including one with a padded window seat that had an awesome view of the campus and the Ama Mountain that towered above it.

My room had the same stuff in it as Jessy's did-a bed, a desk, some bookcases, a tiny TV-although mine were nowhere near as nice or expensive as hers. Still, I liked it. Grandma had helped me decorate it with all my stuff from home, like my poster of Wonder Woman. My superthick, blue and gray plaid comforter covered my bed, along with the big, fluffy pillows that I liked, while several Swarovski crystal ornaments shaped like white flakes dangled in the windows.

The white flakes or snowflakes were an inside joke between us. With a last name like Whyte, it was kind of inevitable. I couldn't even remember when it had started, but every year for Christmas, Grandma gave me something with a white flake on it and I did the same for her. Last year, I'd bought her a white flake-patterned scarf, and she'd given me the white flake ornaments in return.

They were my favorite things in the room, a qoutes pictures, along with the picture of my mom that sat on my desk, right next to the latest comic books that I was reading.

I opened the small fridge tucked in at the foot of my bed and grabbed a carton of milk and some pieces of the pumpkin roll that Grandma had sent me back to the academy with. Then, I fished Jessy's laptop out of my bag, along with the book and the photo that I'd taken from her room, and put everything on my scarred wooden desk. While I scarfed down the milk and the pumpkin treat with its sweet cream cheese filling, I plugged the laptop into the wall and waited for it to boot up.

It took forever, or maybe it just seemed that way because I was in such a hurry to start surfing through Jessy's files. Finally, the welcome screen popped up-and asked me for a password.

I finished off my milk and cracked my knuckles. Then, I flexed my fingers and put my hands down onto the keyboard, waiting for the vibes and flashes to hit me, to fill my mind the way they always did.

Nothing happened.

I frowned. No, that wasn't quite true. Stuff happened. A couple of images of Jessy sitting at her desk downloading music and shopping online flashed before my eyes. And I felt ... satisfaction-the kind of smug satisfaction that came from getting exactly what you wanted no matter how expensive it was. Jessy must have really been lusting after those cute black stiletto boots that she'd bought last week.