Cassie’s POV
Margaret stared at me for a long second, her arms folded over her chest, before her expression shifted into something oddly casual. I calmly waited for her to respond as she shrugged, almost like she never just held the whole damn room still with her previous statement.
"Well, we’re pretty full, you know," she said, her voice laced with a strange lightness that didn’t quite match the look in her eyes.
I turned slowly to follow her movement as she circled behind me, her tone too even to trust. There was something about the way she looked at me, almost like she was measuring me, picking at the parts she could use as my skin prickled.
"And even if we tried to include you," she added, a smile curling at the edge of her lips, "you don’t know how to skate."
The way she said it
