Cierra's POV
My heart sliced painfully against my ribs the moment I saw her.
The last person I ever imagined encountering tonight.
Naomi.
For a split second, my body refused to move. The air thickened around me, pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Of all the ghosts this night had dragged out, she was the most dangerous one.
She walked toward me like she owned the ground beneath her feet, her lips curving into a slow, infuriating smile.
“Hey, girl.”
I hissed immediately, my guard snapping back into place. “My mum just left. Too bad.”
She scoffed softly, tilting her head. “Oh, yes. I’m fully aware.”
She stepped closer.
Instinctively, I stepped back. “What do you need, Naomi?”
Her smile widened. She reached out and lifted my chin with her fingers, forcing my face
