Arabella’s point of view

I checked myself one last time in the mirror, gave my outfit a little nod of approval, then reached for my bag, slung it over my shoulder, and dashed out of the room.

I hadn’t expected anyone to be waiting for me by the door, so I flinched slightly when I saw Renee standing there, smirking with her phone raised like a mic.

“Let’s applaud our brave queen, Queen Arabella of the supernatural world!” she declared dramatically, like a host at an awards ...