Sarah stood frozen, her plastered arms trembling, her tears still glistening on her cheeks as she took in the luxurious surroundings—a stark contrast to the blood-soaked warehouse we had just left behind.
The sudden teleportation had left her disoriented, her mind still reeling from the horrors she had witnessed, the confession I had whispered in her ear, and now—this confrontation with the women who had every reason to hate her.
"I—I can teleport..." I explained, my voice casual, as if I'd just mentioned I could tie my shoelaces. "To any location."
Sarah let out a choked exclamation, her face paling. "What?!"
Her voice carried, echoing slightly in the spacious living room. The sound drew attention—and footsteps.
