Betty's POV. 

When I woke up, the first thing I registered was the unfamiliar ceiling of dark wooden beams crossing overhead, not the plain white of my dorm room.

My chest tightened. Where am I?

Voices murmured nearby, tense, and low. I turned my head slightly and saw them.

Claire’s face was drawn and pale, the High Priestess stood with her hands clasped.

And Damien hunched forward in a chair, his elbows on his knees, looking like he hadn't slept in days.

Fire exploded through my ...