The glass doors slid open with a mechanical sigh, and we marched right in—only to nearly crash into someone’s cart coming out.
“Oh s**t!” Fleur hissed.
We’d walked through the exit. Obviously. Because neither of us had bothered looking up at the sign like functioning human beings. The cart jerked to a stop inches from my foot, and before I could process anything, Fleur yanked me by the hoodie. Her fingers hooked my hoodie so tight that the hood slipped off my head completely, letting my unbrushed, slightly frizzy hair fly in all directions like I’d just survived a wind tunnel.
And then I heard it.
“Maeve?”
The voice was familiar. Calm, but confused. A little amused too, like the speaker wasn’t sure if they were imagining me or just hoping they weren’t.
I turned. I really shouldn’t ha
