Cassie
"Well, well, well," I clapped my hands emerging from the shadows, my hand swinging the earrings. "Covering your crimes as always,"
Daisy turned around so quickly, her back thudded against the wall. She was pale, whiter than I'd ever seen her. Like a flushed mouse trapped in a cage. I almost felt sorry for her.
Almost.
But I wasn't dumb anymore. I knew what she was. I had let that frightened expression fool me once too many. The pretended shock. The low voice. The trembling hands. It had fooled me once.
No more, no more after all. Her trick was over.
"Cassie," she stuttered. "I can tell you. It's not what it seems."
I raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because it reads really as sabotage, treason, and just really terrible decision-making."
Her gaze flew to my hand, to the earrings
