They paused just long enough to crowd together and take a picture of themselves on someone’s phone—I couldn’t tell whose from this distance. One of them shrieked upon reviewing the photo, and they went through the routine again, wobbling as they squished closer. I felt a squeeze of envy in my chest. Of all the emotions I expected to feel upon actually seeing the girl who was supposed to die at my hand today and who might now be the one person able to help me save lives, envy was not one of them. But there it was, just the same. “Hey.” Zane caught up with me, out of breath. Then he frowned. “What’s wrong? You look…sad.” “Sometimes I just miss what might have been.” I tipped my head toward Elise and her friends. He followed my gaze and nodded in understanding. “Doesn’t mean you can’t have it, Ariane. Just not right this second, maybe.”
What do You think about Project Paper Doll: The Trials?
