Olivia's POV - The Next Day
I woke up next to Kira, stretching and yawning like a cat who'd just had the worst sleep of her life.
Sleep had been nearly impossible. I'd spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, my mind running through different escape plans. Each one more ridiculous than the last.
Maxwell had made his arrangements perfectly clear before we'd all retired last night: I would ride with him to the family lunch. Kennedy would ride with Kira. Which meant I had to figure out - on my own - how to escape Maxwell's watchful eye, make it to Nikita's shop, transform into Olivia, and somehow arrive at my parents house on time.
Simple. Totally doable. Absolutely not going to end in complete disaster.
I rolled over and shook Kira's shoulder. "Kira. Kira, wake up. We need a plan."
She groaned and burrowed deeper into the pillow. "Five more minutes."
"We don't have five minutes! We need to figure out how I'm going to…"
