went up from somewhere.
âFire!â
Doors burst open on all sides. Empty moments before, the corridor was suddenly full of running people. The cry passed among them, loud and fearful.
âFire! Thereâs a fire!â
The alarm wailed on like a banshee. Frozen to the spot, Lila thought of the old building they stood in: the old timbers, and the dry, threadbare carpets, the wooden stairs and the plush curtains that hung on either side of the stage. It didnât take much imagination to picture the whole place burning to the ground.
Ollie abandoned whatever he had been going to say. âWe have to get out of here,â he said urgently. âWhereâs the closest exit?â
Lila felt someone grab her arm. As she was pulled down the corridor, pushed and shoved on all sides by people trying to reach the exit, she noticed the fire alarm on the wall beside the disabled toilet door. The handle pointed downwards. Someone had pulled it. But . . . that didnât make sense! There was no fire here .
âNo need to panic! Everyone this way!â said a boy Lila recognized from behind the café counter. He stood calmly by the door into the bar, ushering frightened people past. âExit through the kitchen.â
Then it hit her. Eve had pulled the alarm to save face. She wasnât stupid. She knew Ollie had been about to dump her in public. She had created the perfect diversion.
Lila wanted to tell someone what Eve had done. But no one was looking at her or listening to her as she tried to speak. The alarm screamed on above her head, making it hard to think straight as she was pushed and jostled onwards.
The hand was still firmly on her arm. As she stumbled into the kitchens on a wave of people, she looked down â and recognized the silver watch on the wrist that held her.
Eve shoved her sideways, vicious and determined. Lila stumbled and almost fell through a half-open door to the left of the exit.
Eveâs grey eyes drilled into her. Lila realized with a kick of adrenaline that this was the first time she and Eve had been alone.
âLet me put this really simply, new girl, so that even a lowlife like you can understand.â Eve advanced towards Lila. âLeave. Ollie. Alone.â
âWe were just talking,â Lila gasped, steadying herself against a nearby shelf. They were in a walk-in pantry, among shelves stacked with huge tubs of mayonnaise and ketchup. âThereâs no law against talking.â
Eve curled her lip into a sneer. âOh dear. Still not listening, are you? You think itâs been bad so far? You have no idea what I can do to you. I can make your life hell. You canât waltz into Heartside and help yourself to my cookie jar.â
âOllieâs not a cookie,â Lila snapped, finding the courage from somewhere. âI know you pulled the fire alarm, Eve. You could get into a lot of trouble for that. I could tell someone.â
Eve flicked the threat away like a fly. âMaybe it worked like that back in London, but itâs not going to work here. I know about you, you see. I know youâre a nasty piece of work. Rhiâs little stories were very . . . illuminating on the subject of your past.â
Lila squirmed helplessly. âEve, youââ
âIf you donât leave him alone, I will tell Ollie everything.â Eve gave a giggle, relishing her power. âEvery nasty little detail. When everyone hears what youâre really like, you wonât last five minutes in Heartside. But of course, theyâll have to find you first. Wonât they?â
With a smile and a little wave, Eve backed out of the pantry, shut the door â and locked Lila inside.
TWELVE
Lila ran to the door and pounded on it. A quick scan of it told her the bad news. No handle.
âLet me out!â she hollered. âLet me out of here!â
Eve wasnât there. No one was listening. Lilaâs heart jumped
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