64

ADELINE

Her eyes snap to mine, irritation flaring like I’ve just asked the dumbest question imaginable. “What the hell? You don’t know who Maren is?”

I blink. “No? Is she a friend? Like Sienna?” Even saying the name ‘Sienna’ feels like licking rust.

For some reason, that sets Briony off. She snorts — actually snorts — and then dissolves into messy laughter. “Maren? Like Sienna?” She nearly slides