I stare at her, a million arguments rising up inside of me. Then I look past her and see Noelle staring at me. Her wide eyes are ringed in dark circles. Her hair is a tangled mess around her gaunt face.
But appearances don’t fool me so easily. There’s understanding in her eyes. She’s taking all of this in—the discontent brewing between Piper and me, the schism that she created.
I grab Piper’s arm and haul her towards me.
“Hey!” She yanks on her arm, but she can’t break my hold. “Timofey, no. Let me go!”
I grit my teeth. “I’d rather have this conversation in the hallway.”
She glances over her shoulder at Noelle and then back to me. Only then does she nod reluctantly and follow me into the hall.
The hallway is narrow and grim. The light fixture is a mere inch above my head, and it does
