Billie.
"Billie, are you awake?" Riana's voice drifted through the fog in my head.
I blinked, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Dimly lit room. Tied to a chair. Back-to-back with my best friend. Ah, kidnapped. Classic.
"Yeah, fuck," I groaned. "That shit they used on us is giving me a migraine."
My head pounded, everything hurt. I let out a long, exasperated sigh.
"I'm sorry I dragged you into this, Riana." My voice was laced with guilt. "I had no idea Drew would actually show up. This is all my fault."
She was silent for a moment. Then…
She chuckled
Not just a chuckle—a full-on villainous laugh.
"Sis, please." Her tone was almost offended. "I owe him too. I've been avoiding that cockroach for days. If anything, we both manifested this mess. Congratulations, we played ourselves."
I groaned. "Wow. Manifestation really works, huh? Next time, let's manifest rich husbands instead."
"Facts."
