Liam's P.O.V.
Arthur's words clung to my mind like cobwebs, sticky and impossible to ignore. As I stepped out of the locker room, my head was spinning. Mai and Ollie planning something big? A bully scheme? It didn't make sense. Then again, Mai never needed a reason to make my life miserable.
The burn scars on my forehead itched—a phantom reminder of what she was capable of. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that Arthur might be lying. Maybe Mai wasn't plotting anything. Maybe she was just… Mai. But then again, I knew her. She was a witch—literally and figuratively.
Just as I turned the corner, there she was.
Mai Blackwood stood by the door, arms crossed and a wicked grin spread across her face. I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"Geez!" I exclaimed, taking an instinctive step back.