wanted me to find it, Sophie thought, this world where she wouldn’t end like her mother.
A world where she and Agatha would be happy forever.
A world where a boy could never come between them.
A world without princes.
And only one prince stood in her way, Sophie gritted, tears glistening.
A prince that Agatha would surely forget once he was dead.
“It isn’t Evil, Aggie,” Sophie vowed. “This school is our only hope.”
Agatha tightened. “Sophie, what are you—”
“He says he wants me?” Sophie bellowed to her waiting army. She bared teeth at Tedros’ castle.
“Then let him come for me.”
The girls let out a raucous cheer and mobbed their new leader.
“Death to Tedros!”
“Death to Boys!”
Agatha drained of color as Sophie met her eyes and vanished into the swarm.
One wish, and she’d set a war in motion. A war between two sides fighting for her heart. A war between two people she loved. A war between her best friend and a prince.
Agatha’s soul scorched with guilt, a promise to a father gone up in flames.
I need help, she prayed, watching Sophie blow kisses to her soldiers. Someone who could see through all this. Someone to tell her who was Good this time and who was Evil.
As she retreated from the horde, she noticed an odd glint from the corner, hovering near the floor in Sader’s dark nook of paintings. Slowly two tiny yellow eyes floated towards her, like suspended marbles. Two more suddenly glowed next to them, then two more, as hunched shadows pattered from behind a marble column.
The three black rats glowered at Agatha as if she’d said the magic words. Then they skittered through the back doors to lead her to their master.
“So let me get this straight,” Hester glared, straddling a gilded sink next to Anadil, both in their saggy black Nevers’ tunics. “Tedros wants to kill Sophie. Sophie wants to kill Tedros. And unless you find an ending with one of them now, everyone in this school dies.”
Agatha nodded weakly, leaning against one of Honor Tower’s ivory bathroom stalls, fitted with a sapphire toilet and tub. She never thought she’d be so happy to see two witches in her life. Unlike the rest of the girls, neither of them had changed. Hester’s red-and-black-streaked hair was greasier than ever, and the buckhorned red demon tattoo around her neck back to full color after a failed spell had weakened it the year before. Anadil, meanwhile, looked even paler than she did before, if that was possible for an albino with ghostly white skin and hair. Straddling the sink next to Hester, she dangled a live lizard to her three black rats that looked just like the ones slain in last year’s Good-Evil war.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.
