Ruined 20

Ruin

“Hello?” Brown eyes lifted to mine and the first thing I noticed was how similar to Averys her eyes were. And it wasn’t just her eyes either. The brown hair, although shorter was the exact same shade. She was dressed casually, a baggy T-shirt over yoga pants.

But it wasn’t her casual outfit or the fact that she looked so much like Avery that took me by surprise. It was the bewilderment on her face as she looked up at me. Like she was confused to see three huge bikers on her doorstep on a Sunday afternoon.

“Can I help you?”

“You’re Sandra Briel?” Uncertain I threw a glance behind me, meeting Wickeds puzzled expression with one of my own.

If this was the wrong house, it would mean we had lost hours. Not only that but we would have traumatised the poor woman in front of us.

“Yes…” Her eyes darted to Wicked and then skirted behind him to Truth who hovered by the bikes and her face paled. “Is there something wrong?”

She wasn’t acting like I expected her to act. Why wasn’t she thro