Fauna takes another step. We’re inches away from each other, separated only by the wooden door of the wardrobe and one wrong move.
She reaches out a hand.
Aunt Felicia gets to her feet.
I close my hand over a cloth hanger.
And then a knock comes. “Alpha, the report is ready.” The gruff voice calls from behind the bedroom door. “And Robin is ready for you downstairs. Should we wait?”
Fauna drops her hand and turns around abruptly. Relief crashes through my body like waves against a shore. She moves out of my sight, but her footsteps pause. “Whether or not you get on that plane in a dress or a coffin…” Her voice takes a cold edge. “Well, that’s entirely up to you.”
Aunt Felicia and I wait for a full minute after Fauna slams the door shut before any of us move. We listen to her footstep
