"Althea Quinn! Are you in cohorts with this... this monster?!" Reina spat, her voice trembling with fury and accusation.
"Pak!"
The sharp crack of a slap filled the room.
Reina's head snapped to the side, and she reeled from the force of it, rolling further across the bed.
When she managed to sit up, a clear red palm print stained her flawless face, vivid against her pale complexion.
Her disoriented gaze darted around the room until it landed on Althea, who stood by the door, her hand still raised, her expression cold and unyielding.
Reina could not believe how she was slapped with the impossible distance between them.
"Clean your filthy mouth," Althea said icily, her voice slicing through the air.
"If Ross didn't have his eyes on you, I would have killed you the moment those words left your lips."
The glow of Althea's bright red eyes intensified, bathing her face in an eerie light.
