Chapter 112: Aspen, Blair

Sunday. Creed of Truth Sanctuary, Brazil.

ASPEN PEERED UP AND down the hall. Most people were at the dinner chat, where she should be. No doubt someone in the family would realize she was missing. Tonight she'd make use of one of her carefully crafted excuses.

She just could not take listening to that disgusting man drone on.

The house was utterly silent.

She padded down the hall on bare feet, keeping close to the wall so that if anyone passed by below her, they wouldn't catch a glimpse of her over the railing.

This house was utterly ridiculous. It resembled a hotel more than a home with the way rooms stacked up in a pyramid to the top-most suit.

Her lip curled just thinking about that room.

Aspen grasped the door handle of her brother's room and twisted. It gave way easily, and she slipped inside.

Buzz whirled to face her, eyes wide in surprise.

"It's just me," she whispered.