Timing Things Perfect
Ophelia POV:
"And what are you planning exactly?" Scouting the deserted road from atop a tall building, a familiar voice trailed in from behind. I didn't need to turn around to recognize her, after all her warning about our limited choices had been ringing in my ears for a while. "Jumping your soon-to-be in-laws convoy home or just fancied the sight from up here?"
"No…" Keeping my eyes trained on the road, I drew a long breath to keep myself calm. "You said we had two choices, but I opted for a third."
"What?" Her smug tone dropped in an instant.
Despite having my back turned to her, I could sense confusion taking over her entire demeanor. Not letting the chance slip, my eyes shut closed and the wax covering my body changed my clothes into torn tatters with sparking cuts all over my skin.