Victoria's POV
The leader—the one with dark brown hair and piercing brown eyes—suddenly looked straight at me.
Our eyes locked.
And for a split second, I could have sworn his eyes glowed yellow—not a soft, warm glow, but a fierce, almost predatory intensity.
Then, just as quickly, he tore his gaze away and followed his crew out the door like nothing had happened.
I sat there, frozen, my mind racing.
Okay. Maybe it was just a trick of the light... right?
Maybe I was overthinking things.
Maybe I was just tired from wearing this damn disguise.
Or maybe—just maybe—I had no f*****g clue what I had just walked into.
Screw the snooping for now.
I needed to look into this school's history—and probably the whole damn town—because things were getting seriously creepy.
Gathering my stuff
