Isla POV

I walked back to Carmilla, my energy already drained from the party. She smiled sympathetically, holding a pastry on her plate.

"Tired?" she asked. I nodded.

"Let's get out of here. We can hang out at a mall or something... or a bar." She grinned. "We can't just go home after dressing up."

"Does it really matter? And I think it's best to leave before my mother terrorises me." I took her hand to leave.

She let out a disappointed sigh as I approached the door. But before I could even turn the handle, I felt a hand grab my hair from behind. I winced in pain, my...