Sireen’s POV

I get Camille on the phone, but I’m already out of Lily’s estate and heading in the direction where I think Kristy lives, and I don’t bother with formalities when the line connects, because it’s the last thing I have time for.

“Sireen,” she calls, and the only reason why her voice sounds so faraway is because my ear drums have been filled with blood pounding angrily in them.

“Do you know where Kristy lives?” I ask, and I hear scrambling from the other end of the call which I guess is Camille sitting up to pay close attention to me.

“Kristy?” She asks in confirmation, and I...