“If singing could save lives, I think just about everyone would be fucked.” Leah’s tone was even, almost amused now. To think, this girl actually thought her musical talents were important to her survival. “Including you, but then, I suppose it would depend on who the American Horror Idol judges chose to make it to the next round.”
Maybe it was a mistake, confronting someone like this when she wasn’t sure how the girl would respond. There was no immediate expectation of a punch — at most, Leah anticipated a slap or something of the sort, which was why she didn’t pause to think twice about grabbing Caitie. Nor did she strengthen her hold when her grip was broken. Instead, she put herself in front of the girl, blocking the path.
“The necklace. Where did you get the necklace?” Leah already knew it was the missing jewelry. “That belongs to someone else. Hand it over.”