Katrina's POV
" How do you know him?" That was the first question she asked.
No words uttered to ask me what happened, just straight to business.
I coughed, my throat now feeling heavy.
" Well, I work for someone he knows," I said, hoping to the heavens that she wouldn't push further, but she did.
" You work for that evil woman, don't you? That woman that put your sister in the condition she is now in?" She asked.
The tears brimmed in her eyes and even though I thought I had forgotten how to cry, I could feel a stray tear slide down my face.
That was all the answer she needed and her next line of action shocked me.
She raised her hands up and, for the first time since we had met when I was sixteen, she slapped me. Hard.
Her voice quivered as she finally spoke, my beazed state un
