Allison's POV
"Hey… hey!" A low, insistent whisper creeps up from behind me.
I freeze, listening, my pulse quickening. Jessica introduced me to everyone in the mansion as her "girlfriend." She even went as far as to tell them that her father "blessed" our relationship because he "loves her so much." The lie twists something in my gut. None of them know how complicated things really are.
Tonight, we're at some kind of gathering in the mansion—staff, security, and Gerald's latest fling mingling in clumps under dim chandeliers. Jeremiah isn't here, thankfully. That man has an unsettling way of watching me that always leaves me shivering.
"Allison!" This time the whisper is clearer, unmistakable. I spin around, relief flooding through me when I see Yasmin's familiar face. A grin breaks out on my face, and before I know it, I'm throwing my arms around her.
