NICO
"Come with me," I tell Snow.
She shuffles out of bed and glances at the door. Her instinct is telling her to run away from me, but she knows she will not get far. After staring at the door for a few seconds, she turns to look at me.
"Where are we going?" She asks.
"You will find out soon enough."
She grabs a furry sweater and throws it on as she follows me out the window. I usher her up the ladder linking her apartment to mine. She trembles a little, probably imagining what would happen if she were to slip and fall. She doesn't hesitate though, climbing agilely like an actual cat.
"Good call," I say, climbing up after her.
Our apartments have different layouts—hers has more rooms so no one has to share a bedroom, while mine has only one bedroom and a library taking up almost half of the entire space. The ladder leads us to my library and I see relief on her face for a split second. Where did she think I was taking her?
