Chapter 112

I turn a corner and walk into a girl looking down at her feet with a hood pulled over her head, dressed in black and obviously homeless. She walks right into me, even though I try to dodge her, with an ‘ooft’ and then skips out of the way with a mumble. I slide my phone back into the pocket of my hoody protectively. It’s not uncommon to be mugged in this city. She looks like a street kid, a little unkempt and possibly dodgy.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you.” I turn and glare back at her as she keeps walking at speed and doesn’t look around. The strong English accent from under the black hood is crazily familiar.

“Camilla?” I call out impulsively, the head of the hood spinning as the face, which I haven’t seen since that night in the club, turns my way in surprise. Wide-eyed and free of makeup, Camilla looks like a lost child and stares in open-mouthed panic.

“Sophie!” Her pallor loses its little color, and I stalk towards her, seeing nothing but rage and anger bubbling up