She thinks I sound like a squirrel shrieking?
Focus.
Not the point.
Violet’s sister is home.
I didn’t consider that.
This is going to be harder than I thought.
I lie there for a second longer, reconsidering my plan.
“No,” I whisper. “I’ve come this far.”
I just need to be careful. Discreet.
I crawl out of the bush, covered in leaves and regret.
I stand, peering back in the window.
I don’t see Callie... or Violet.
Blowing out a breath, I silently creep to the back door, making sure there are no more rakes or tree branches waiting to attack.
I reach for the knob and turn it.
It’s unlocked.
Blowing out a breath, I step inside, quiet and careful.
I take a few steps... and my foot hits the chair leg.
SCREECH.
“Shit.”
I freeze.
My eyes dart around, but I don’t see anyone.
Loud music drifts down the hallway.
I move through the house toward the stairs.
My hand grips the banister as I creep up, sweaty and bloody.
This is a terrible idea.
But I’ve come too far to back down now.
I carefully walk down the hallway, peering through the doors, searching for Violet’s room. Luckily, it seems to be the opposite end of the hallway from what I assume is Callie’s room, judging by the off-key singing and loud music pouring from the doorway.
Blowing out a breath, I step inside the large bedroom. Jasmine fills my lungs, and I know I’m in the right?—
I squint.
Wait.
