Pain bloomed across Maya’s lower lip as she chewed it. She stared into the mirror, seeing her own face screwed up in worried concentration as she attempted to wrangle her hair around the wand of the curling iron.
Maya had two minutes until she needed to walk out the door and head to her graduation, so naturally her hair still looked like a nuclear testing zone.
Laydra couldn’t tear her gaze away from the gates that suddenly materialized in the JC Penney’s junior’s clothing section. Her heart started pounding, constricting her vision around the doors. Blood throbbed a beat in her head: No. That’s impossible. How?
What were they doing here?
Laydra hugged her jacket closer and turned away from the alley holding the gates to cross the street with the rest of the crowd. Didaren had been infecting her dreams lately, tormenting her with visions of her old world. Fire, blood, and beauty.
Laydra continued walking home, ignoring the doors when they materialized in front of a restaurant to her left. Clearly, if they’d found her, it was time to uproot again. She’d have to start over with another new identity and home.