Maisie
I had just made it past the stairs when I caught the sound of something hurtling for the back of my head. I could've ducked if I wanted to. But I didn't. I kept walking, and when it hit me hard enough that I knew if I weren't wearing my hat, I'd be bleeding, I stopped.
The stone fell to the ground by my feet.
I dropped the box and lowered into a crouch, picking up the stone. And when I rose, turning around, I saw Claire standing off to the side with a group of her friends.
"Oops," she drawled loud enough for everyone to hear, feigning a pout as she blinked her faux lashes. "I was aiming for the trash. Must have aimed for a different dumpster. You know, the cheap whoring cum-dumpster kind? Yeah, that one."
Maisie nine months back would've ignored her.
But I wasn't that person anymore.
I barely registered the sentries taking out their weapons as I closed the distance between Claire and I in under a second, even if I had their fancy collar on.
