Arianna
“Hello. Kyra.”
The phone line was dead. I clutched the phone like it was a lifeline. I breathed deep then hit redial. She didn’t answer. This was a new low even for Kyra. I couldn’t believe she didn’t care about my life. Twins are supposed to be some of the closest siblings in the world; at least that’s what scientists have always said. I guess they lied about that as well.
Jamming my phone into my pocket I sank to my knees. Kyra’s betrayal felt like a knife was embedded in my chest. Identical twins aren’t supposed to treat each other like that. She doesn’t care if I live or die, and death is imminent on the streets of Atlanta.
“Are you referring to Angel Academy of Eastwick,” asked Maximus.
“Yes. Do you always eavesdrop on people’s conversation?” Wiping my nose, I walk down t
