Mia.
I led Lily to the old music wing. It was a place where nobody went, at least not by this time of day, because the instruments were mostly broken and the building was scheduled for renovation.
The rooms were soundproof, which was perfect for what I had in mind. I pushed open the door to the small, dark practice room and pulled her inside. Then I locked the door with a satisfying click.
Lily stood in the center of the room, clutching the straps of her backpack. She looked like a deer in headlights, her eyes darting around the small space as if she was looking for an escape that obviously didn't exist.
"Mia, we shouldn't be here," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own raspy breathing.
I smiled. But I didn't answer with words. I stepped forward, so close t
