Chapter 22

Cleo

The blindfold came off, and I blinked rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I was tied to one of the peeling horses on an ancient carousel, the ropes digging into my wrists. My heart hammered against my ribs as I tried to make sense of where I was.

Chloe paced in front of me, her eyes blazing with hatred. She looked different from the popular girl at school—wild, unhinged, dangerous.