Quintella's pupils constricted needle-thin at the Sarah on the bed. Her hand loosened around Sarah's, who held her by the hair as pain tore through her chest each time her heart throbbed.
Even asking what was happening felt like an insurmountable task for her furred tongue. These three months, the fun they had during Haldris' class, the long discussion around tea and desserts—everything... everything had been fake? No... not fake. A performance set up by an imposter. Since when? Why wasn't the real Sarah awakening? What was this secret room?
So many questions drowned under her fears and worry.
"Sarah! Sarah!" She cried out, her nails struggling to scratch the hand holding her in vain. "Wake up, Sarah! Please help me... Big brother..."
