Tabitha’s POV
It’s late afternoon when I leave my room. I’ve been pacing for over an hour, still rattled from what happened with Reed in the library. I feel suffocated in my room and my mind is screaming to seek some fresh air. I really don’t have a destination in mind. I just need to move.
My feet carry me down the east wing. I pass two doors before I hear voices coming from one that’s slightly open. I slow down when I catch the faint sound of voices behind the half-open door. I pause. I don’t mean to stop, but something in the tone draws me closer. I press myself to the wall and lean in.
“She’s digging again,” I recognize Reed’s agitated voice. “We need to stop her before she finds anything else.”
I go still. It doesn’t take a genius to know that they are talking about me. Is this ab
