Zyaire
Thump, thump, thump. I pounded on the door. There were no guards outside like there should have been. I raised my leg intending to kick the door open when Geneva opened it. Frantically, I took in my sister’s appearance. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair sweaty and limp, close to her head. She seemed to have …
“What are you doing here?” She cracked the door.
Shoving myself inside the house, I turned to her. “Where is Rayne?”
The house was quiet. I could hear the soft sounds of waves crashing against rocks. It was a sound that mother listened to when she needed a deep sleep.
Geneva locked the door. “She’s upstairs. Why are you here?”
I rushed toward the stairs, taking them two at a time.
“Zyaire, is that you?” Mother walked down the hallway toward me.
“Mom, what are you doing
