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an anonymous message about the hole in the tomb, say that we saw something inside.”
    “That’s a good idea.” The girl was energized again. Pulling out her smart phone from the back pocket of her jeans, she searched online for the police tips number and began dialing.
    Claire Benoit appeared in the doorway to the dining hall. “Miss McInnis, could you come to the office please?” Her hair was coiled in a high bun and she wore extravagant, dangling earrings; she looked like she’d been headed somewhere much more exciting than the school. “Just leave the plates. I’ll get someone from the cleaning staff to take care of them.” As she walked away, she wasn’t smiling.
    Ava held up the phone. “It’s done.”
    “Good. I’ve got to go though. Miss Benoit wants me to come down to the office.”
    “What did you do to piss her off? She didn’t look too happy. Not that it takes much with her.”
    “I don’t know.” A thought struck me. “Rats! I forgot to pick up my schedule. She told me specifically to get it off her desk, but I completely forgot. Do you think that’s it?” The old Lacey would never have allowed such a lapse in attention to academic detail.
    “Benoit always has a bug up her behind over something, so it’s possible. I better go with you for back up.”
    “Is she that bad?”
    Ava grimaced. “The rumor is that she used to be a model or something when she was younger, but something happened and she ended up stuck here as a glorified secretary. She’s always acting like everyone else is beneath her, even the dean.”
    Claire Benoit was tapping away at her computer keyboard when we entered the reception area. Her eyes flicked up from the screen. “Go on in. They’re waiting for you. You might as well go too, Ava.” Scowling, she jerked her chin towards the office.
    Ava and I shared a look as we stepped inside. I could feel there was trouble, but I didn’t expect who I found seated in front of Dean Dalton’s desk.
    The red-haired man called Bel and the young girl with tattered blonde hair.
     
     

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
    A MESSAGE
    “Hello, Lacey, Ava.” Dean Dalton didn’t invite us to sit.
    I could feel Ava tremble beside me as she stared at the red-haired man. I hadn’t explained anything to her about him because he was a mystery to me as well, but I’d told her that many beings of magic lived in this world like normal humans. We were actually lucky Bel showed up when he did. Without any power, my only defense against a vampire was my strong singing voice and childhood dance training—meaning my ability to scream loud and run. Still, it was probably a good thing she’d left her bag back in our room or she might have gone on another swinging spree. By the way Bel was surreptitiously rubbing his jaw, he seemed to be thinking the same thing.
    “Does the Amazon really need to be here, Dalton?” Bel drawled, jerking his chin at Ava.
    It was his young, blonde companion who answered. “She saw the vampire and what you did to it, Bel. Lacey has probably already filled her in on everything else, so there’s no point keeping her in the dark. Besides, she’s pretty good with a weapon.” The girl looked at me. “That’s probably going to come in handy.”
    The dean crossed her arms. “I’ve been apprised of your adventure last night. Have you taken it upon yourself to inform Ava of all the details on our kind?” Her voice was cold.
    Rebellion pulsed through me, but I forced myself to respond with the kind of smile that usually got me out of trouble. “I think Ava has a right to the truth about this world, but I’m sorry if I broke some sort of rule around here.”
    Bel snorted. “Don’t try throwing your watered down lorelei charm around here, girl. The only one it works on is your Amazonian friend, and by the looks of it, she’s already wrapped around your finger.”
    The blonde girl rolled her eyes. “What my rude friend means to say is that his name is Bel. If you were around