Tiffany-Leigh: cheerleader, straight-A
student, future veterinarian, inherently cool. She’d surpassed high
school aristocracy to stand just below demi-god.
Me: quiet, average everything, no glamour – even though I could be shiny if I wanted.
Carrington Manse: not really haunted, still dangerous.
The perfect szygy: fates aligned for the popular girl to die.
Only
idiots cross the hungry grounds of Carrington on purpose, which meant
Tiffany-Leigh was bullied or pushed into the eldritch woods. She didn’t
scream.
I usually let travelers fall, but Tiffany-Leigh is nice to everyone. Even me. That makes her worth saving.
Even if she’ll never know my name.
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