"Hansen is located in the deep woods of a town called Moineau," Rox tells me as she guides the car to the right. "And Moineau is a small area in Lille. It was built by the Blaise family ten years ago after they became filthy rich out of nowhere. Hansen was constructed when Austin Blaise—Odette's husband—decided that Lille's schools weren't prestigious enough for their children."
"Who are their children?" I ask while she pulls in the airport parking lot.
"The Blaise triplets." The tone in her voice makes me believe that this term is used a lot. "Trust me, they aren't people you want to be friends with.
I open my mouth to pry more but by the annoyed look on her face I assume it isn't the best time. Instead, I look out the window until we're parked.
"Wait," I grab her arm to stop her from walking towards the airport once we're out of the car. "You're just going to leave your car here?"
She looks at me like I'm joking for a minute, then laughs. "It isn't my car, Amie. You really think I'd just leave my car here?"
My eyes widen as I realize what she's saying. "You stole this?"
She shrugs. "What? You've never stolen anything before?"
"It's not like it's some regular Sunday activity."
"Oh get over yourself," she rolls her eyes. "They'll be worse things to deal with once we're at Hansen."
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FantasyI'm pretty sure everything about what I'm doing is illegal-but that's part of the teenage life. You break rules and live and learn. I guess in my case it's a little more than that. TW: mentions of suicide, self harm, and other topics that are not so...
