Let's Kill Her (Book #1)

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For a moment I just stare at him, thinking he can't possibly mean what he's saying. but he gives no indication that he is anything but serious.

I gulp. "So I'm going to be hiding for hours against a second story window in a room with someone who probably wouldn't think twice about pushing me out of it? And there is a real possibility that some is going to check the curtain, and I'll have to avoid their hand?"

"Yes," Sehun says, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Then he pulls out the curtain just enough for me to shinny under it. "You first."

"How are we going to get back out?" I ask, and realize I've taken a step back away from the curtain, not toward it.

"We wait until they go to sleep and we're quiet about it," he says.

"And if someone sleeps on the couch?"

"Then we're stuck here for the night, or we have to take our chances with sneaking past them," he says, and pauses. "You need to get under this curtain now, unless you want them to walk in and catch us outright."

I walk toward him, dreading the moment when Rose returns.

Sehun watches me carefully. I bend down, hesitantly touching the curtain.

Sehun sighs. "Go back to your room, Suzy," he says, and I stop what I"m doing.

"Excuse me?"

"Seriously, go back. You can't do this if you're confident. You'll give us away in a minute. Go. Quickly, before this is all a waste."

I stand, pushing my hair back from my face, and he gives me a hard look. I want to say something, to protest, but he's right. There's no time. And the only thing that would make this whole thing worse would be getting caught because I'm lingering stupidly.

I peek into the hall and, luckily, it's empty. I slip out of the room, closing the door behind me. It's not the silent exit Sehun would have made, and that only makes me feel crappier about the whole thing as I dart into the stairwell toward my room. This is the first time anyone has ever suggested that I'm not confident enough to do something, and it's messing with my head. He didn't say I wasn't good enough. He wouldn't have brought me if he didn't think I was capable. But that piece of grass was a huge oversight.

I tiptoe down my bedroom hallway, careful to avoid all the creaky boards. I drop to my hands and knees and crawl across the living room floor until I get to the back of the couch.

"I can hear your breathing, my onesie-wearing spy," Uncle Jin calls from the couch, where he's playing cards with Appa.

I stand up. "Dang it."

"And I saw you slinking around the floor, Su," Appa says. "What have I told you about that?"

I put my hand on my hip, annoyed that I have to repeat things back to him like a little kid when I"m almost eight. "That my small size is an advantage, but not if I can't stay completely hidden."

"And how would you have stayed hidden?" he asks.

I huff. "By staying in the hallway and not coming all the way to the couch."

He nods.

"But I couldn't hear you as well from there," I protest. "And the floor in the hallway is cold."

"But you could hear us," he says. "And yet by coming all the wall into the room, you've been caught, letting Uncle Jin and me know that we're being spied on. So what good did it do you?"

"None," I say, annoyed.

"It was a bad effort, though, little one," Uncle Jin says, and put his elbow over the back of the couch to get a better look at me. "And I'm entirely flattered that you would go through all that trouble to get out here just to overhear our conversation. I won't leave you empty-handed. For your efforts, I'll reward you by letting you know that I'm beating pants off your father in cards."

Appa shakes his head. "The imagination is an amazing thing, Jin." He looks at me. "Now, back to bed, Suzy."

"Fine," I grumble, and Uncle Jin gives me a kiss on my forehead. He looks down at my ankles and laughs because I've unevenly cut the noisy skidproof plastic feet off my onesie.

At seven years old I was more confident, more willing to take risks, than I just was in Rose's room. And I know better than to track things in and linger indecisively like that. Appa told me a million times that you either do something or you don't, but hesitating is never an option.

When I get to my room, I immediately check behind the curtain and under the beds. Jisoo always thought it was weird the way my family encouraged me to be better at sneaking around, instead of scolding me. I used to tell her it was because Appa believed that survival skills were just that - for survival. But until I came here, I didn't actually realize how right he was.