Chapter Fifty-Five
Trina’s POV
Something is happening. I can feel it around, coursing through the walls, and trying so hard to get out. I stay put in my bedroom, waiting for something to happen, but it never comes. After a while, another housekeeper comes to fetch me and I go attend to Anne, falling into a perfect routine usually characterized by her bullying and hurling of hurtful remarks, while making me do things over and over again, only for her to end up saying she doesn’t need it anymore.
But it doesn’t bug me as much as it would bug others, because I have a goal in sight. Armed with the need and desire for vengeance, for blood, I scrub her floors and prepare her meals, sometimes with a smile on my face, and at other times, not even bothering. She laughs at me each time I appear,
