"Hold still, Freya," I muttered, tugging the comb through her wild waves. She flinched like I'd just stabbed her with it.
"I still haven't forgiven you," she seethed, glaring at me through the mirror. "You just left me at the ball last night. No warning. Nothing! I looked around and poof, Maeve had vanished like some bad rom-com heroine."
I winced, guilt pinching my chest. "I'm sorry, Freya. I really am. I…" I hesitated, my hand stalling mid-stroke. "I realized something, and it threw me off."
"Something?" Freya turned her head so fast the comb snagged, and she yelped. "Ow! What 'something'? What on earth could be so important that you abandoned your beloved roommate?"
"It was Elias." The name tumbled out like a stone from my throat. "The masked guy… the one I danced with first. It was him. Elias."
Freya froze. Slowly, her jaw dropped. "Wait… what?"
