Taste of Rebellion

Vivienne’s POV

Nell leaned against the seat beside me, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Viv, are you really serious about this? You’re not worried we’ll get into trouble?”

I glanced at her, trying not to laugh at the way she bit her lip like a scared teenager, half-concerned, half-thrilled. “You sound like we’re students again, sneaking out of social services class and risking detention.”

She