Chapter 8
Unmasking the Truth
Nova
My eyes narrowed as I stood before Ron, watching his hands tug at the chains binding his hands. His eyes held a gleam of confusion as he stared at me, his gaze filled with questions.
“Who's that?” he asked, his words were slurred, the effects of the drug gradually fading off. “Who's Nora?” he asked, his eyes fixed on me.
What! A surge of rage whizzed through me at his questions and I glared coldly at him. “You don't even recognize me, do you?” I snapped, my patience tethering on the edge of control. I'd failed to realize my makeup made me appear vastly different but I didn’t care, how could he dare ask who Nora was?
“Who…” he began but I cut him off, not giving him time to explain.
“Nora,” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “You…” I pointed
