Chapter 6The following morning after Katherine moved into my home, I sat at one of four tables in front of my high school’s main entrance with Raquel. We were both catching up on a reading assignment before first period. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, although there was plenty of snow. The school’s once vibrant grass was now buried in a layer of snow. Thankfully, the sun had melted the snow on the tabletop, though the growing cold, wet spot on the butt of my jeans indicated I hadn’t swept the seat clear enough before sitting.
Raquel huffed.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, looking up from my textbook.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I was thinking about the remark you made at King Dorian and Queen Penny’s execution.”
“I was teasing you.”
She raised her hand at me. “No, no. I
