CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Spectra rifled through Mila's backpack.
"Did you really think I was gonna carry the Mask with me?" Mila snorted, wincing from the pain.
Spectra checked the various pockets. "Well, you never were the clever one in this equation, were you?" She patted down the other side, checking more pockets and tossing the contents over her shoulder. "You are..." she grunted, sticking her hand inside to the bottom, "a creature of habit."
Mila winced. She tried to hide it, but it didn't really mind if her poker face broke apart.
"And I know you too well, dear. You'd never leave something this valuable behind, no matter how safe it might be. No, you'd wanna keep this close to you," she stuck her tongue to the side, really digging in the backpack, sticking her arm up to the shoulder
