Aria
“I’m going to get you for this one of these days, Aria!” Charlotte vowed. She and her two puppies marched away, giving Sienna a withering look, too.
“Do you need help?” I offered gently, though my mind was in chaos about the possibility of Charlotte being a demon.
Sienna shook her head and finished gathering her things, still crying. And maybe she was embarrassed and frustrated. She got up and tried to get away from me fast.
“Hey, the clinic’s that way,” I told her, pointing to the opposite direction, instead of following where Charlotte and the others went.
“I shouldn’t go there. They’re going to ask what happened.”
“Well, you should tell them the truth,” I suggested.
“And then what? T
