Misa crept in through the door, sticking her keys into her pocket. The house was dark, quiet, just as she thought it would be. Torren would have gone to bed by now.
She started towards her room, thinking about what she would need for her excursion. An extra set of clothes, some food, a blanket. Whatever Hethel needed as soon as Misa broke her away from Nisha’s cruel hands.
Misa creaked open her bedroom door. Lights flooded into her eyes, and she froze.
“Misa?” Royle approached her, lamp in hand. “Where have you been?”
“Royle?” Misa hissed. “What are you doing here? Why are you in my room?”
“Torren told me to wait here. He said you went to the lake by the mountains, and he thought you’d want to speak to me when you returned.”
“What?” Misa swore under her br
