Page 14 of Bound By Prophecy (Descendants)

“No,” she said, staring down at what was once a patch of manicured lawn between two concrete curbs.

“What?” I glanced right and left, nearly certain no one was in the shadows.

She stepped back from the ledge. “Let’s just use the door.”

“We can’t, the lock there is—” I stared at her. “Are you afraid of heights?”

The dim light from outside hid her face where she stood, so I moved the flashlight to see her. The blush of embarrassment her cheeks held turned immediately to a flush of anger. “No.”

I glanced back down to hide my grin. It really wasn’t that far, but the shadows probably made it seem twice as bad to her eyes. I’d have to lead her across the ledge to the lowest slant and we could jump from there. If she admitted it, the whole thing would be easier on both of us. Besides, she’d just scaled a twelve-story building.

“I don’t see the problem,” I said.

She huffed. Crossed her arms. “I’m not doing it. It’s stupid.”

I held the flashlight again to her face and shrugged. “There’s no other way. If you’re afraid—”

She suddenly came at me, or at least that was what I thought was happening, and I jumped back. But she shoved past me and climbed onto the concrete half wall surrounding the garage.

“Emily, wait.”

But it was too late, I was talking to air. I stared blankly into the night for a moment, and then sighed. This girl was so not Brianna.