Sable ‘Phantom’ Quinn smiled back. “Not quite, sis.”
Sephs eyes rolled back in her head and she blacked out.
Chapter 52
Seph, six months ago.
A leather-clad hand clamped over my mouth.
I jerked awake in my bed, limbs flailing, heart slamming into my ribs.
“Stop— it’s me,” Sable hissed.
I froze.
She crouched beside my bed, dressed all in black, her long golden hair braided tight and tucked beneath a wool cap. There was dirt on her boots. A smear of something dark on her sleeve.
I stared at her. “Sable? What the hell—”
“Get up and get dressed,” she said, already moving. “We’re getting out of here. Now.”
“What do you mean?”
She didn’t answer. She was shoving clothes into my bag with sharp, efficient movements.
The room was dark. My clock glowed faintly—past midnight.
Downstairs, something thudded. A muffled shout. Then another.
“What’s happening?” I whispered, dragging on my jeans.
“Don’t worry about it,” Sable said. “They’re with us.”
“With us?” My hands stilled. “Sable—”
She grabbed my shoulders, hard enough to hurt. “I don’t have time to explain, okay?” Her voice dropped. “But if we don’t get you out of here—”
She stopped.
Whatever she saw on my face made her inhale sharply.
Fear flickered in her eyes. Real fear.
“Okay,” I said.
I trusted her.
Sable’s mouth curved into a quick, almost giddy grin. “Good. I’ve got money and food. You need warm clothes and shoes. Only what you can carry.”
Something light and dizzy bloomed in my chest.
I was leaving.
I was really leaving this place.
A crash sounded downstairs. Glass breaking. My mother screamed.
I flinched. “Sable—”
