"What the hell are you thinking, Silver?"
Americus's voice cracked like a whip the second Carroway slipped out the door, his departure marked by the soft click of the latch and the fading sound of his footsteps echoing down the Gothic corridor outside. Her glitter-covered hands still clutched the brass doorknob with enough force to make her knuckles go white, as if maintaining physical contact with the barrier between their room and the outside world could somehow undo what she'd just witnessed.
The sequins on her party dress caught the lamplight as she trembled with barely contained emotion, each tiny disc reflecting angry flashes of gold and silver that danced across the whitewashed stone walls of their dormitory room. Her dark eyes were wide with a combination of shock and fury that made Silver's stomach clench with familiar guilt.
