FAYE
The morning air was cool against my skin as I jogged along the familiar trail. My breaths came steady, a rhythm I had worked hard to perfect. Running had always been my hobby.
As I made a quick turn, I heard my name. “Faye,” a voice called, drawn out, mocking, the kind of tone filled with smug amusement that made my shoulders tense immediately. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Bella.
Of course.
I kept my gaze forward, refusing to grant her the satisfaction of seeing me flinch. My pace didn’t change, and I fixed my mind on the path ahead. If I ignored her long enough, maybe she would vanish the way smoke does when the wind carries it away.
I was wrong, she didn’t vanish.
Her steps quickened until she was jogging beside me, her movements deliberately unhurried, like she
