The halls of Merlin Academy were eerily silent at this hour, the usual hum of student activity replaced by the occasional flicker of torchlight along the stone walls. Outside, the moon cast a pale glow over the castle-like structure, illuminating the winding pathways below.

Bridget stirred in her sleep, her soft pink blankets wrapped tightly around her. A faint sound—a quiet knock at her door—caused her to frown in her slumber. Another knock, a little louder this time.

She groggily pushed herself upright, rubbing her eyes before glancing at the clock on her bedside table. It was well past curfew. Who could possibly be at her door at this hour?

Cautiously, she slipped out of bed, her heart beating just a little faster as she tiptoed toward the door. She hesitated before unlocking it, then slowly pulled it open, peering outside.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Standing in the dimly lit hallway was one of Uliana’s gang.

Bridget blinked, trying to process the sight before her. Of all people, why were they here? And at this time?