"I shouldn't have to do this." I mutter under my breath, clenching my fists as I step into Mira's room. But pride isn't something I can afford today, just not yet.
After being threatened by Theron, I can't risk myself facing his wrath, knowing well how much of a beast he can be.
A smug grin plasters Mira's face, her back lies against the headboard as her mocking gaze settles on me.
'I could scratch that grin off her face.'
"I'm sorry." I mumble, gritting my teeth.
The smug smile leaves her face and is replaced with a sneer, her lips twisting in disgust as she leaps off the bed.
"What did you say?"
"I said I'm sorry." I repeat, disgusted with her snarky question.
She draws in a sharp breath with a grin on her face and walks towards me, sizing me up.
"Kneel." She says.
"What?" I ask in disbelief.
