Xanthe's eyes veered from one girl to the other until they finally settled on Pixie. "What secret?" She frowned. "What is she talking about?"
"Yes, tell us, Pixie," Felicia chimed, her lips stretching in a cruel smile. "Let's hear your little, shameful secret."
Xanthe felt Pixie's body stiffened under her arm. Every ounce of the confidence she'd shown earlier drained from every cell in her being.
"Just... give it to her," Pixie whispered meekly.
Xanthe stared at her. "What?"
Give it to her."
"Pixie—"
She glanced up at her, despair humming in her voice. "Please."
Xanthe blinked, speech failing her. This was the first time she heard her use that word.
Pixie never begged. Not ever. Not once. Not even when she'd magically suspend her upside down in the air.
WHAT EXACTLY WAS THIS SECRET SHE DESPERATELY WANTED TO PROTECT?
