SARAPHINA’S POV

I stared at the room number on the slip of paper in my hand, then at the door in front of me. Room 247. This was it. My new home at the academy.

The key turned easily in the lock, and I pushed the door open, stepping into what should have been my temporary sanctuary. But something felt wrong immediately. There were voices coming from inside, low whispers that stopped abruptly when I entered.

Three girls were staring at me from their beds. My roommates. I recognized them from ...