The velvet-cushioned seat of the Rolls-Royce felt unusually cold beneath me, despite the heater humming softly against the evening chill. It had been three days since the warehouse confrontation with Mara. Three days of an eerie, suffocating silence that didn't fit her at all.
I looked down at my phone screen for the hundredth time that day. The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.
"Dammit, Mara," I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples.
A heavy weight settled in my chest. If there was one thing I knew about my so-called half-sister, it was that she hated me too much to go radio silent. Especially after confessing everything to me. She should have been calling to make fun of me, or plotting her next pathetic revenge move against me, or blowing up my phone with threa
