The thought of what else we could do down here is not something I want to think about. I have a feeling Francia doesn’t intend for me to walk out of here alive.
She sighs and twirls her hair around her finger. “This all started… f**k, I guess this all really started when I was a teenager at that godforsaken prep school. I was never enough for the ‘cool girls.’” She sneers. “I’ll give you three guesses who the Queen Bee of the cool girls was, and the first two don’t count.” I stare at her silently, but Francia waves me on. “Go on. Make a guess.”
“Ding, ding, ding!” Her upper lip curls. “Katerina Sokolov ran that place. If you wanted to be anyone, you needed to know her.”
“Katerina…Sokolov?” I frown. “Was she—”
“Mikhail’s sister? Yeah. f*****g keep up,” she snaps. “How were you engaged t
