by K. Weikel
Chapter 18
“He knows,” Becca says as she presses the small button on her earpiece that allows Eduard to hear her voice.
“What?” She hears Eduard chirp. “What do you mean ‘he knows’?”
“I mean, he knows I’m not who I say I am.”
“What? Okay what happened?”
“He—”
The door opens and Becca jumps, her hand flying down to be at her side.
“Belle?” A man says as he walks in. He’s one of the white masks from the group following Quill. “I was wondering where you were—we’re headed outside. Are you coming?”
Becca hesitates. She wonders how much information she can get out of this group before Quill takes her out or dismisses her. But should she go is the question?
She shakes her head. “No, I’m not going. I feel... Um, I’m feeling a little sick.”
“Oh, well, okay. Are you sure?” The man pauses in the doorway.
Becca nods in response.
“Okay… I’ll catch you up later then,” the man says as he nods and turns to walk out.
Becca waits for him to leave before rushing out herself. She bursts out the front doors and presses a button on her earpiece as she disappears into an alleyway.
“Steal as many masks as you can, doesn’t matter what color,” she tells Eduard.
“What—why? What are you planning?”
She looks around the sides of the black-walled alleyway for anyone listening before telling him what’s going on.
“You’ll see,” Becca says and turns into the street again, heading right for the forest.