Third-person POV
Deena tugged at the hem of her blazer as she walked quickly down the street, her head ducked low and her heart hammering in her chest.
Each step she took away from the gates of Elysium Girls High felt like a risk, as though someone might jump out of nowhere and call her back. Her eyes darted left and right, scanning the area nervously to make sure no one had noticed her.
She couldn't afford to get caught sneaking out, not by Seraphina or anyone else.
Her grip tightened on the straps of her bag as she replayed the moment in her mind: earlier that afternoon, when she'd casually mentioned to Seraphina that she wouldn't be "available" later in the evening.
