Chapter 12

It was hours after she doze off when the mattress sagged beside her, admitting the weight of its new occupant. Brielle was too deep in her sleep to know, or to see the emerald-eyed girl scrutinizing the side of her face.

There were no windows to tell what time it was, yet Brielle was sure that it was morning. She'd always been an early riser, even when living with her father. Sometimes it was she who woke him to go to work, for she was aware that he'd spent the other night with...