He looked over the girl’s head, but he didn’t return her mirth. Instead he looked…spooked. Lila opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when the girl turned around to face her.
It was her. Or her face, anyway.
Not this group; not this time. They’d managed to blow a hole in the side of the jail before they made off, two dozen of them. That fact, in and of itself, was drawing interest from the guards. Cons usually didn’t work together, and they certainly didn’t work together in this large of a group. What was different here, they kept asking one another.
He stood half behind the door, staring at his big brother. The person he’d idolized. … The person who looked him in the eye and called him a liar.
The Write Edge Writing Workshop by Ekta R. Garg 