Syera could not sleep the entire night. Even though she trusted Phoebe to find the traitor in the group, she was still unconvinced and worried. Other than Enver, she trusted no one. And since they did not know the traitor's motive, it made her all the more perturbed until she rolled on her bed.
'Who could it be?' She wondered and glanced at the ceiling. 'Who is so despicable to betray our mistress?' Her eyes were blazing with anger and hatred and she clenched her dress tight.
Syera, who was sleeping on the floor, stood up and glanced at her mistress. The young lady was deep asleep and did not seem to be waking up anytime soon.
With a sigh, she tied her hair and walked towards the window. Sleep would not be coming for her soon, she knew, and she stood by the window as she stared at the
