Antonella
“s**t,” Mia mutters after Ryder leaves, her movements quickening.
My brows plunge, and my heart picks up speed from her obvious concern.
“Dora?” Who’s Dora?”
She glances at me, and I watch her visibly shut down, like pulling a string and the blinds slamming over her eyes.
Whoever Dora is, she’s to be feared.
Ignoring me, Mia finishes bandaging me up, and then grabs my arm and forces me into an upright position.
She walks to my dresser and opens the drawers, throwing random articles of clothes at me.
“What—Mia, what the f**k is wrong with you?” I snap a shirt smacking me directly in the face.
“Dora is the one who put the target on your head and even wants you dead,” she muttered , keeping her voice an octave above a whisper.
Then, she walks to me and helps me slip i
