Lisette had heard every word Calliope said, but she still bolted straight up to the top floor in a huff.
Once she got there, she started to wait. She was sure the Jewell family would come after her, just like they always did. They’d try to talk her down, shower her with affection, and, in the end, promise her anything just to make her feel better.
She was convinced Calliope must be scared she’d actually do something drastic. If she did, wouldn’t that make it Calliope’s fault too?
So there Lisette stood, right on the rooftop terrace. She hadn’t bothered to put on much that morning, and now the chilly breeze up there made her shiver so hard her teeth almost chattered.
But she told herself, if she wanted to get the upper hand with the Jewells, she couldn’t back down now. The more pitiful she looked, the more they’d worry, and the more likely they’d cave to whatever she wanted.
So Lisette stayed put. She didn’t jump, but she stubbornly remained on the terrace, keeping up her act.
Meanwhile, downstairs.
Monty and the others hesitated.
“What if she actually jumps? Maybe Valerian should go check on her,” Monty suggested, glancing at Silas and Calliope for approval. He clearly wasn’t about to send his son upstairs if they didn’t back him up.
“If she wants to jump, let her,” Calliope replied bluntly, fixing Monty with a look. “You feeling sorry for her or something?”
Silas raised an eyebrow and chimed in, “Maybe you should go up there and jump with her, give her some moral support.”
Monty shut his mouth instantly.
Zelda looked a little worried, but remembering the rumors about Lisette’s infectious illness, she quickly thought better of it. No way was she going up those stairs alone.
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