“Ophie?” a familiar voice gasped behind her. “Genevieve?” Ophelia spun around. There, in the archway, was her sister’s silhouette. Ophelia staggered a step forward. “Genevieve—” “Ophie! Hurry!” Genevieve urged, her face drenched in shadows as she turned on her heel and ran from the room.
OH FINALLY bitch we been looking for you
