Chapter 44

Quinn

I sat in my favourite spot while I waited for Troy. In my open window, precariously balanced on the thin sill.

I was suspended been life and death. To my left was the deadly drop down to the gardens below, and to my right the safety of my room. It was a stupid little game of chicken that I started to play when I was a teenager. I always wanted to see how far I could lean over, in the direction of death’s gaping maw, before fear forced me back to the safety of my room.

One of these days, I’d push my luck too far. I’d lose my slippery grip on the window frame and fall to my death. I never let go though. I always left that part up to fate.

Troy knocked and entered without waiting for an invitation. One look at him told me that his mood had darkened considerably in the hours since I saw him. “You ready to go?” he asked.

I nodded and hopped off the windowsill. My shoes waited for me next to the door. I took one last look at myself in the mirror. I decided to wear a simple black dres