Grey. And so do you. Milary Dean is the great, great grandmother of Dean Dayton.”
Grayson showed the others his pocket PC. He tapped the story that discussed Milary, the dean, and the legal battle surrounding the journal. A photo of the journal and the family magnified at Grayson’s touch. Dean Dayton’s smug expression came into focus.
Monson tried to exclaim, but his throat had gone dry. Dean Dayton, someone he had almost totally forgotten. Monson followed the thought, directing it at Kylie.
“So let me see if I can guess where all this is going. You think that Sage was looking for this Garden of the Gods, attempted to get ahold of the journal, and disappeared because of it?”
Kylie pulled her hand through her hair. “I honestly don’t know. That’s why I need Sage’s journal. I need to know what she found and the possible location of her hideaway, if there was one, and I need to know before Baroty finishes ripping this place apart.”
Monson asked the question without thinking. “So how does the Diamond play into all this?”
Kylie’s expression turned questioning. “No idea. Before I got to school and did some digging, I didn’t know they were friends, and I haven’t found the courage to directly ask him. I guess I can’t really bring myself to open up to him—something about Peterson seems…off.”
Monson chuckled inwardly. He knew that feeling all too well.
“Has Damion actually spoken to you about Sage?” Indigo asked. “Surely he knows you’re his sister.”
Kylie shook her head. “The fact that they are friends just came up recently—and no he hasn’t mentioned it, though we haven’t exactly had much opportunity to speak.”
Kylie looked over at Monson. “I actually owe you an apology Monson.”
Monson cocked the eyebrow. “For what exactly?”
“The first day of school.”
The first day of school…an obvious reference to the time when Kylie balled him out. He had totally forgotten about that.
“Oh don’t worry about it. I haven’t given it a second thought.”
“Don’t you want to know why?”
“Not really. Wait, you weren’t simply hormonal?”
Kylie smiled. “I was hiding in plain sight.”
Monson smiled back. “Whatever that means.”
Artorius raised a hand. “Question. And maybe we already went over this and I just missed it. But how did Casey get Sage’s journal?”
Kylie addressed Artorius. “I found the journal in the library’s lost and found. Sage was a big fan of the library. I looked in her old room and found squat–nothing from her. No pull-away floorboards or removable panels. So I figured she didn’t leave anything around there. I must have dropped it the night I was running from Ba ro ty’s men. Cassius picked it up. ”
“How did you figure that out?” said Artorius.
“I knew I had it with me when I was running away from those goons. I also knew that someone jumped them—the rumor mill here at Coren should not be underestimated,” said Kylie anticipating the question.
She continued, “Once I heard what happened to them—short term memory loss, burnt hair—I knew it was Casey.”
“So what’s your next step?”
“Get the journal back,” said Kylie, “and hopefully figure out what happened to Sage.”
Everyone in the group glanced at Casey, who stared back defiantly. “Fine, but I take no responsibility for what happens.”
He stood and made his way towards the door. “I’ll be right back.”
Monson was not finished, however. He still had questions. “Grayson, you said that this journal of Milary’s was found only a couple of years ago, right?”
“Correct as usual,” replied Grayson calmly. “Why do you ask?”
Monson was not sure, but he answered anyway. “That seems to be a common theme these days, doesn’t it?”
They all shifted their attention to him, staring with blank looks.
“Well, it has. Mr. Gatt covered it extensively in class and he seems intrigued by this unprecedented time of new
Grayson showed the others his pocket PC. He tapped the story that discussed Milary, the dean, and the legal battle surrounding the journal. A photo of the journal and the family magnified at Grayson’s touch. Dean Dayton’s smug expression came into focus.
Monson tried to exclaim, but his throat had gone dry. Dean Dayton, someone he had almost totally forgotten. Monson followed the thought, directing it at Kylie.
“So let me see if I can guess where all this is going. You think that Sage was looking for this Garden of the Gods, attempted to get ahold of the journal, and disappeared because of it?”
Kylie pulled her hand through her hair. “I honestly don’t know. That’s why I need Sage’s journal. I need to know what she found and the possible location of her hideaway, if there was one, and I need to know before Baroty finishes ripping this place apart.”
Monson asked the question without thinking. “So how does the Diamond play into all this?”
Kylie’s expression turned questioning. “No idea. Before I got to school and did some digging, I didn’t know they were friends, and I haven’t found the courage to directly ask him. I guess I can’t really bring myself to open up to him—something about Peterson seems…off.”
Monson chuckled inwardly. He knew that feeling all too well.
“Has Damion actually spoken to you about Sage?” Indigo asked. “Surely he knows you’re his sister.”
Kylie shook her head. “The fact that they are friends just came up recently—and no he hasn’t mentioned it, though we haven’t exactly had much opportunity to speak.”
Kylie looked over at Monson. “I actually owe you an apology Monson.”
Monson cocked the eyebrow. “For what exactly?”
“The first day of school.”
The first day of school…an obvious reference to the time when Kylie balled him out. He had totally forgotten about that.
“Oh don’t worry about it. I haven’t given it a second thought.”
“Don’t you want to know why?”
“Not really. Wait, you weren’t simply hormonal?”
Kylie smiled. “I was hiding in plain sight.”
Monson smiled back. “Whatever that means.”
Artorius raised a hand. “Question. And maybe we already went over this and I just missed it. But how did Casey get Sage’s journal?”
Kylie addressed Artorius. “I found the journal in the library’s lost and found. Sage was a big fan of the library. I looked in her old room and found squat–nothing from her. No pull-away floorboards or removable panels. So I figured she didn’t leave anything around there. I must have dropped it the night I was running from Ba ro ty’s men. Cassius picked it up. ”
“How did you figure that out?” said Artorius.
“I knew I had it with me when I was running away from those goons. I also knew that someone jumped them—the rumor mill here at Coren should not be underestimated,” said Kylie anticipating the question.
She continued, “Once I heard what happened to them—short term memory loss, burnt hair—I knew it was Casey.”
“So what’s your next step?”
“Get the journal back,” said Kylie, “and hopefully figure out what happened to Sage.”
Everyone in the group glanced at Casey, who stared back defiantly. “Fine, but I take no responsibility for what happens.”
He stood and made his way towards the door. “I’ll be right back.”
Monson was not finished, however. He still had questions. “Grayson, you said that this journal of Milary’s was found only a couple of years ago, right?”
“Correct as usual,” replied Grayson calmly. “Why do you ask?”
Monson was not sure, but he answered anyway. “That seems to be a common theme these days, doesn’t it?”
They all shifted their attention to him, staring with blank looks.
“Well, it has. Mr. Gatt covered it extensively in class and he seems intrigued by this unprecedented time of new
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