Slowly fluttering her eyes open from a light nap, Kiara blinked in confusion, her gaze scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. A sharp gasp escaped her lips when realization struck; she was lying on Master Asher’s bed.
Heart pounding, she scrambled upright, grabbing her wrangler trolley in a panic. Without sparing another second, she bolted from the room, dread curling in her stomach. God forbid someone had seen her there, what would they think? What would he think?
As she hurried down the corridor, her steps faltered when she spotted a familiar figure.
“Gabby?” Kiara called out, noticing the sheer panic etched across her best friend’s face. “What happened? Are you okay?”
Gabrielle looked around frantically, her voice trembling as she grabbed Kiara’s wrist. “We have to go, Kiara. We can’
