*Sasha*

It was hours before Amanda had the bright idea to have Chelsea dress like me, and then give me a chance to get out of the boutique. The two of them walked out of the boutique, chatting merrily as though they were completely oblivious to the danger outside.

As hoped, the threat followed them.

I knew I had mere minutes before they figured out Chelsea was not me. I slipped out of the boutique, gave a quick look around, then ...