"What are you doing here?" he asked, stepping closer.
Heather stood up slowly before he could reach her. She brushed dirt off her clothes, trying to steady her breath. The fans were still shouting behind the door.
She took off the mask that had been covering the lower half of her face. Her mind screamed one thing.
Lie.
She gave a weak, broken laugh. "Those crazy people think I'm Miss H." she pointed at the door shaking violently.
Her voice cracked halfway through.
"I mean," she tried again, forcing a shaky smile, "how could I be Miss H?"
She laughed again, even more nervously. But Caius wasn't laughing, he was just staring at her.
The door groaned again. The wood splintered, it wouldn't last.
She tried to laugh once more, but it turned into a silent sob. She tried to swallow it down, but it broke through anyway. Her shoulders shook as the tears welled in her eyes.
