Alexa didn't knock when she entered Daisy's room. She never had.
Daisy froze in the middle of packing, halfway through the folding of clothes into the trunk as the door creaked open. She remained very still, clutching a folded cloak against her chest like a child thief caught in the act.
She wasn't leaving on holiday.
She was running away.
The last plan had gotten too far. Too many lies. Too many times she'd pretended to go along with Alexa's schemes. And now… Cassie didn't feel right.
She'd been too busy lately. She has been stalking people. Pacing with intent like she had a secret.
Daisy's gut had been knotted for days. What if Cassie had caught on? What if she was planning to strike back?
Daisy couldn't wait to see. She had to go into hiding, before it all blew.
“You’re leaving?
