“Lyla.” The voice behind her made her turn. Nikki was putting on her coat, still aloof toward her. “Do you need anything before I leave?” Lyla hadn’t even known she’d been in the house. She shook her head, having brushed up on some basic manners. “No, thank you. Have a good night.” A smirk lit the other girl’s lips. “Oh, I will.” Okay. That was odd. “Oh, and whatever you do, please don’t go into the greenhouse tonight,” Nikki said on her way. “There’s a storm coming.”
