"You're awake?"
A cold voice echoed in my ear, and I turned sharply to see Sister Tiffany standing by the bed.
A mocking smile played at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes looked at me as if I were a trapped beast.
A tightness gripped my heart, a foreboding feeling surged within me, and my intuition told me that nothing good would come of this.
Sister Tiffany said nothing, just stared at me with those cold eyes, as if she could see right through me.
I felt like a lamb stripped of its wool, at the mercy of others. I forced myself to sit up and looked around, but there was no sign of Teal. At that moment, I couldn't tell if I was relieved or anxious.
"Where's Teal?" I couldn’t help but ask, my voice rough with hoarseness.
"What? Worried about your little maid?" Sister Tiffany sneer
