For the first time in a long while, light flickered in those hopeless eyes, tears welling up.
She dared not cry out loud and could only endure in silence.
The note had said “you all”, not just “you”—meaning that girl had understood her hint!
She had noticed the cellar!
Zoey stood by the bed, her heart pounding rapidly.
"Why is it taking you so long to get a bag?" Ziggy frowned impatiently. "What the hell are you looking at?"
Zoey’s scalp tingled with fear. Suddenly, she grabbed his hand. "Help me escape! Save me—"
"Tch, going crazy again." Ziggy ignored her, snatching the bag from her hands and rummaging through it. Other than a box of silver needles and a piece of paper, there was nothing.
He curled his lip. "She looks rich, but she’s actually broke."
Hearing that, Zoey felt both
