A grateful smile crosses her face. âI wonât; promise.Thanks.â She then takes a quick sip of vodka before turning to the girl once more. âIâm Harper.â
"Don't mention it," With a small shrug, she propped herself against the aging wall of the Murder House, her gaze directing towards the girl. "I'm Abby. Nice to meet you, Harper." The name itself was a reminder; this was the girl Alec seemed to be infatuated with, and the few times she had seen them together, the feeling seemed mutual. It was nice to finally speak to the girl, but, it was inevitable; Aberdeen would have found her eventually. "Where did you find that? I have this place memorized like the back of my hand, and the hiding places aren't that great."Â













