Kira’s POV
Seeing the way they glared at me like they couldn’t wait to rip me apart made me want to roll my eyes and spit on their faces. But this wasn’t the time. After all, I’d “lost” my memories and currently had no idea who they were.
I sat up and looked at them, confused. “Who are you?” I asked softly.
The girls exchanged glances at each other before bursting into a fit of mocking laughter. When they were done, they walked to where I was seated and scoffed.
“So it is true, you’ve lost your memories,” one of them—the one whom I’ve known to be called Lylah—spoke up, her voice dripping with hate. “And you seem to be enjoying a luxurious life when you are so pathetic.”
I raised an eyebrow at her—of course she wouldn’t pass off an opportunity to humiliate and make fun of me in this st
