Hands rose in eerie sync, pulling out vials of red ink and scissors.
Just how many were in on this?!
I skidded, tried to redirect, but Mia’s hand ripped from mine.
“Mia!” I spun, reaching.
She took off in the opposite direction, flushed and wild, but her eyes met mine with one clear message:
If we split, we have a better chance.
Then, she winked. She…knew she was slower then me.
But there was no time to argue, her river-blue dress vanished around the corner like smoke as a surge of bodies slammed between us. All shrill laughter, waving jars, glinting blades as some chased her, but the rest came for me.
Whooping. Screeching. Like it was some deranged sorority hunt.
My heart flipped, and I bolted.
Deeper into the maze of back corridors, my feet pounded across slick tile and old ma
