With a swift swing of her hand, Clarisse brought her palm downward to make contact with Shannon’s white cheeks.
*SLAP*
It had just been once, but the echo that resounded might have even woken the dead. Everyone who was conscious enough in the infirmary – nurses, doctors, every single soul – turned their heads at the sound. Clarisse stood there motionless as with the slap hitting Shannon’s cheeks, the girl immediately stirred.
“Ah!”
“You’re awake now, that’s good,” Clarisse mumbled coldly under her voice.
“W-W-What happened? Why is Shannon’s body aching all over? Shannon’s face is sore too.”
By instinct, Shannon reached to her face and rubbed the sore part of her cheek where Clarisse’s palm left a visible red mark. With her waking up, Declan regained a bit of his senses and was able to realize the slap Clarisse just gave his new wife. Confused and angered by her action against his injured Fated Mate, Declan rose from his bed and glared at Clarisse.
