‘Look at the time where is he?’ Stella tapped her foot.
I groaned, ‘I have no idea.’ ‘We can’t keep waiting. It’s getting late.’ Her foot tapping was playing on my nerves. We’d been waiting for Daylen to show up for hours. The sun was setting and not even a letter of explanation popped up. I shook my head and paced to the door. He played me. He promised he’d help me find my sister and he wasn’t anywhere to be found now. Something more flashy must have popped up and he decided I was as good as a carton of expired milk. ‘We should just go. We’ve wasted enough time as it is.’ ‘Yes, first you need a disguise.’ ‘Why?’ ‘You’re not from here and you need to look like you fit in. We’re not chopping your hair, but it has to go in a braid. You need leather lots of it. If anyone asks
