No One’s P.O.V.
Gloria’s eyes widened in terror, and she turned deathly pale when the maid, Isa, finished telling her about the last night's attack.
They were in the dining room, and Gloria asked her about others when she found the dining room empty.
“Th… they attacked Skye?” Gloria asked while stammering hard.
“Yes, Ms. Ashford. Everyone went back to bed in the early hours of the morning. So, they won’t be here for breakfast.” Isa replied to her in a hushed voice.
The sandwich that Gloria had taken earlier slipped from her hands.
She was scared to death.
She didn’t come here to die.
Skye was attacked again, and what Isa said, she understood very well that Skye escaped the attack by sheer luck.
“Luna Elara left the instructions for you before going to bed, Ms. Ashford,” Isa spoke
