But it was too late. The cursor was already hovering over the biggest cookie yet—the one labeled
That’s when the cursor blinked.
Leo wasn’t supposed to be on the school computer. Not during Mr. Harrow’s study hall, anyway. But the library’s firewall had a crack—a tiny, sweet gap—and Leo knew exactly how to slip through.
Leo’s hands froze. He hadn’t saved a profile. He was playing in incognito.
“That’s impossible,” Leo muttered.
But it was too late. The cursor was already hovering over the biggest cookie yet—the one labeled
That’s when the cursor blinked.
Leo wasn’t supposed to be on the school computer. Not during Mr. Harrow’s study hall, anyway. But the library’s firewall had a crack—a tiny, sweet gap—and Leo knew exactly how to slip through.
Leo’s hands froze. He hadn’t saved a profile. He was playing in incognito.
“That’s impossible,” Leo muttered.