The sheets clung to my skin, silky and soft, like they had slipped straight from a dream. I didn’t know where I was. My limbs felt heavy, and I melted further into the warmth of the mattress. I winced as I heard an unfamiliar male voice. My mind raced as I quickly skimmed through my memories to give me an idea of where I was.
“It’s Angelica. I’m certain of it.”
“This time she dies. No more pity. She has caused one hell of a mess and I’m pointing my finger at you, Dag.” I recognized this voice as Squall’s.
“Excuse me for my family having a f*****g heart. Sure, let’s blame those who have compassion and not the ones who take advantage of it. My family didn’t commit any sin by sparing her life. She is the one who abused our kindness. A mistake I’ll make sure doesn’t happen again.”
“Gunnar,
