She locked into his steady blue eyes, sparkling with mischief. He bit his juicy lower lip and cocked a brow, almost more Tedros than Tedros himself, and Sophie felt a flash of fire rip through her body.
This one, she thought, girding her loins. This is the one that knows him best. This is the spy.
She leaned in teasingly, daring the spy at his or her own game. But the closer she drew, the more she felt the warmth off the prince’s dewy skin and smelled that stirring mix of mint and wood, until Sophie’s heart began to hammer and she knew this wasn’t a spy—this was him, the real him, and he’d ditched Agatha to be with her! Stunned, panicked, exhilarated, she hugged him with a gasp: “Teddy, it’s you!”
Rubber instantly melted to skin and Hort glared back at her.
“Don’t touch.”
Sophie recoiled in shock—
A “1” rank exploded over Hort’s head in a crown of green smoke, as rankings popped up over everyone else, their masks melting away over their usual faces.
“Well done, Hort!” Pollux said. “You’ll no doubt help our queen kill the real Tedros.”
“No doubt,” said Hort, still staring daggers at Sophie.
“I’m so going to end up a pea shoot,” Kiko mewled behind him, a black-cloud “20” raining on her head.
Sophie was in such a fog that by the time she’d gathered her wits, the fairies had clamored and the students were all rushing out the door into the crowded hall. Punch-drunk, she lumbered after them still trying to grasp how Hort had become Tedros and Tedros back to Hort and why she’d tried to hug Tedros at all—
Three witches suddenly scooted past her doorway.
“Almost caught us on dragon poo!” Dot whispered.
“I told you we should have a different excuse,” Hester growled.
“No one noticed a thing,” shushed Anadil.
Sophie shook off her daze and hurried after her former roommates, eager to debrief like they always did. “Hey! Wait up!” she called excitedly—
But instead of waiting, the three witches stopped dead at the sound of her voice and scurried ahead even faster than before.
Alone in the doorway, Sophie watched them blend into the black-robed mob, her smile slowly flattening, at a loss to explain why her only three friends at this school had just acted like they weren’t her friends at all.
13
Too Many Boys
Normally teachers at the School for Good and Evil taught multiple sessions, but Lady Lesso had given Sophie only one, which the Dean had filled with students who knew Agatha and Tedros best. But as the next class began, Sophie wandered through Hansel’s Haven, no closer to finding out who the spy was or how the two Evers planned to get in.
It can’t be Hort, even though he’d won the challenge, for he’d always hated Tedros and had no incentive to help him.
But who then? Who would risk their lives to help Good slay Rafal? Who would risk their lives to help Good win her back?
She roamed past classrooms, peeking through doors at teachers preparing students to ambush Agatha and Tedros. In Uglification, Professor Manley led students in a Camouflage Challenge that magically blended them into school furnishings in order to surprise the enemy; in History, Rafal lectured the students on ways intruders had once tried to break into the School for Good and Evil; in Special Talents, Professor Sheeks hosted an open-sparring tournament where students deployed their special talents against each other; and out in the Blue Forest, Aric forced students through a boot-camp obstacle course, while fairies stung anyone who lagged behind.
Standing on the third-floor balcony, Sophie marveled at Aric, hulking and sweat-soaked in his sleeveless shirt, barking orders at his students. For a murderous, cretinous thug, he was sickly good-looking.
Her face reddened. Did I just have that thought?
Aric suddenly looked up at her, as if he was inside her head, and gave her a knife-edged smile.
A hand touched her and Sophie screamed.
“Glad to know I’m still scary,” Rafal smirked.
Sophie stared at her handsome young beau, his shirt strings untied. “Sorry . . . was just . . .”
Rafal glanced down and saw Aric in her sightline. The young School Master stopped smiling. “How did class go?”
Sophie noticed Hort over his shoulder, as Beatrix flirted with him in a corner.
“Sophie?”
“Mmm?”
Rafal caught her glancing at Hort. Sophie instantly looked back at Rafal. “Oh! Lovely! Class was just lovely,” she blithered.
The School Master frowned. “Look, I have to go in, but I’ll see you at lunch. We have a private spot on the balcony—”
But now Sophie was staring at Reena and Ravan as they walked by, both wearing white swan pins that said “Bring Good Back!” with Tedros’ handsome face painted on them. The prince was painted so heroically, so dashingly, that Sophie’s heart ignited—
Rafal spun and the two kids’ pins instantly reverted to black swans with Rafal’s young face and the words “Evil Rules!” He narrowed his eyes and turned to Sophie.
“You seem distracted,” he said icily.
“Me? No, no—” Sophie forced a cough. “Just tired. You know, still recovering from being sick . . .”
Rafal’s gem-blue eyes sliced into hers, as if shaking down her soul, and Sophie’s stomach twisted. She kissed him on the cheek, squeezing his arm. “I’ll see you at lunch, okay?”
Rafal searched her face a long moment . . . then softened. “Don’t be late. I’ll be waiting for you.” He touched his cold fingers to her lips.