Page 277 of The Blairville Legacies

Fortunately, my voice wasn't so shaky today.

Bayla nodded and moved on to the next row, where there were costumes again.

I followed her.

“And you have seizures?” I asked further.

I didn't want to invade her privacy too much, because yesterday in the diner she had reacted very sensitively to Larissa's comments. And sometimes I didn't know whether my curiosity made others uncomfortable.

“Yes...” Bay said, turning to me slowly.

“Could you describe these seizures to me?” I asked further.

Bayla didn't seem as extroverted as Grace and Larissa, which pushed me out of my comfort zone a little. I needed to talk more, which didn't feel awkward because of Bayla, but because of the fact that I never did.

Bay kept walking, pulling a costume off the rack.

“It's usually my headache that comes first.”

We kept walking, and I started rummaging through the rows too, hoping to find something that wasn't too silly, because my main goal was to meet Erik after all.

My heartbeat immediately quickened.

Just the thought of this meeting was enough to get me all worked up.

“Then my arms...”

“What exactly about them?” I continued.

Bayla was silent for three seconds, then she continued. “My veins are standing out.”

My eyes widened.

When Bayla realized that I had stopped, she turned to me. Her eyes were full of questions, as was my head.

Why had so little made sense in the last few weeks?

“What is it?” she asked nervously, coming closer.

I remembered the last time I had seen this phenomenon. WithEmely. With theSenseque.

But that was impossible. Especially in terms of contract.

“Oh,hereyou two Lost Birds are. I've been looking for you the whole time.” Larissa appeared behind Bay, who was still staring at me. “Just between us, the masks are one corridor over. Come on.” Larissa smiled at me and pulled me along with her. I wasn't used to this much physical contact. “Bay, go and try some costumes on,” she said as we walked.

Then we were already in the next aisle, and I didn't have a chance to ask Bayla any more questions.

“Jesus, your hand isicy,” Larissa laughed, before positioning me right in front of a shelf full of masks.

I looked at her, caught off guard, but she had already turned her attention to the shelves.

“How about this?” Grinning, she held aMichael Myersmask in front of my face.

I took it out of her hand to put the ugly thing back again straight away.

“Maybe something a little more subtle?” I asked, looking at her with uncertainty.

“Come on. I'm sure he likes Michael.” She laughed and continued down the aisle.

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