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Oh, also this chapter is just for fluff and info. No important stoking cliff hangers. I'll update soon.
Chapter 17: Notes
"Hey, Sophie!" A snooty voice called.
Sophie sighed and turned around.
"You still have people stalking you?" Stina snickered.
People turned around. Stalkers?
"Oh, yeah." Stina called out to everybody watching. "Sophie Foster has now lived with humans, joined a secret organization, and is now being stalked by a different organization! And she's getting notes from them!"
People started to move away from Sophie. She glared at Stina and yanked her into the empty hallway to her left.
"What are you doing?" Sophie hissed.
"Just letting people know the truth," Stina replied matter-of-factly.
"You're insulting the group your own father's in!"
"Whatever."
"Your dad told you about the notes? How does the Black Sean know about that anyway?"
"How should I know? And I heard my dad telling my Mom one night, he doesn't really tell me anything. Or talk to me at all." Stina sounded bitter. "The only person in my family who really loves me anyway is my..." she looked up and seemed to realize who she was talking to. She scowled at Sophie and held her nose up as she left Sophie alone.
Sophie sighed again. It's not like she needed Stina's secrets anyway. But she did wish someone would tell her something...
Preferably, more than one person. A group.
The Black Swan hadn't left any notes since Mr. Forkle died. No one had seemed to have noticed that Dame Kerlof had disappeared and had been replaced with Dame Izel a few weeks ago.
Jeez. Only a few weeks ago.
So much had happened.
P.L. Lord Cassius. The Fight with Keefe. Fitz's poisoning. KITTENS. The warning from P.L about Juline and Kesler...
Which no one had talked about for the past two days...
Sophie shook away her thoughts and headed to her locker.
She found a note inside. Two, actually. No, three. Really?
The first was scrawled in P.L's now familiar handwriting.
You only have a week.
Love,
P.L
P.S: M.
The note ended there.
She stuffed it in her bag and moved on to the next one.
It read in Tiergans neat, loopy scrawl:
Meet us at the Wanderlings tommorow, 3:00. Bring only Linh and Tam.
She stuffed Threat one away too.
The last one was in unfamiliar handwriting.
We need to talk. Now.
Meet us in the library at lunch.
-Tam and Linh
She kept that one in her pocket.