AURORA
It had been a few days since she woke up to see what that b***h had done to her.
The doctor said patients with her type of injury hated mirrors. But she had a small mirror beside her now.
She looked at her face at almost every five minute interval. She hated her scars, she cried at the sight of them when she looked too much, but she had to keep doing it.
This was the only way to not forget.
This was the only way to not forget that she had to kill Primrose Barlos.
She had to kill her, but first she would run that smug face of hers across a hot pan. She would burn the flesh clean off.
“Ms Salas. You have a visitor.”
Aurora hurriedly hid the mirror as if she had been caught doing something wrong, and looked up.
“Who?”
“Dimitra Alexakis.”
Aurora nodded, despite her surpr
