Chapter 8: The Game Begins
Morning, Celeste Towers,
'Ring, ring...'
Aveline gasped awake at the shrill ringing of her phone. Her eyes were puffy, swollen from last night's turmoil, but the second she saw the caller ID, the exhaustion disappeared.
'Damien.'
Her stomach clenched. She swallowed hard, her fingers instinctively gripping the duvet as she turned her head toward Scarlett, who was still sound asleep beside her.
She couldn't let Damien suspect anything. Not where she had been, not what she had done last night, and definitely not Scarlett's involvement. If he found out, she might be putting her friend in danger.
A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled Scarlett's accident that took her life.
Had Damien staged it?
The thought made her blood run cold.
Shaking her head to focus on the call, "Act sweet and clueless." Aveline reminded herself to stay calm but the tremble of her fingers revealed the truth as she swiped at the screen and answered the call.
'Groggy!' Aveline thought and spoke, "Hello!?" And she subconsciously held her breath, her fingers tightened the grip over the duvet.