Chapter 6

It was actually Emma.

Before I could react, she snatched the wine glass from my hand and whispered urgently, "This wine is spiked!"

Only then did I realize I'd picked up the wrong glass—the one my mom had just been drinking from, the one the staff hadn't cleared away yet.

Before I could say a word, Emma dragged me into an empty bathroom. Her action was swift, and there was no trace of the timid girl she'd been just a few days ago.

She reached into the inside of her shabby coat and pulled out a clump of cotton, then…