CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
AUTHOR'S POV
Mara's heart switched places with her kidney as she bumped into a figure outside Roxanne's door. She quickly held herself together, trying not to run back in calling for help. Apparently, someone had been waiting for her to make her triumphant exit.
"Did you pass on the information I asked you to?" The barefooted figure whispered, not allowing Mara to catch her breath.
"Yes," Mara nodded breathlessly, trying with much difficulty to stop herself from having a heart attack or worse still, dying of shock at the scary sight. Did Tarella have to startle her that much? She was beginning to fume. Couldn't she have phoned her or better still waited for her to finish the dirty duty?
She was just about to defy her peaceful nature when Tarella interrupted her.
