"Would she return to normal?" Amelia stared at WhiteFrost, who was strapped to a bunk bed with extremely thick chains, along with several needles, before she moved her gaze to a blond-haired man who was standing at the back of this seemingly dark room.
"I'm as clueless as you are, Miss Amelia," Momo said. "This is the first time I've faced a situation like this, so I might not be the best person for your questions."
There was a crestfallen expression on Amelia's face when she heard Momo's words. She moved her gaze to Camila, who looked so beautiful and dead. The only thing that suggested she was alive was her heart, which rose up and down in a beautiful rhythm. Slight tears pooled in Amelia's eyes. She knew that if her sister awoke, the beauty would be gone, and what would remain was a savage monster out for blood.
