THIRD POV
“Who are you? Where's Meira?”
Zade tightened his grip on both wrists of Meira who was still grinning, with her blood red eyes on the bathroom wall. Zade was trying to intimidate Meira who had no idea who was in control of Meira's body right now.
“I'm Meira. Just a different soul. Can you release your hand? Or Meira will wonder where she got the bruise on her hand later.”
Hearing that, Zade seemed to instantly come to his senses, and released his hold on her hand there. Meira gently rubbed her wrist which felt sore. But her facial expression did not change in the slightest. Meira looked much different now. And that made Zade really wonder.
“Return Meira right now.” Zade's words were full of orders. Zade's eyes were cold and sharp, looking at Meira.
“Of course. I know. But th
