Amanda
When I turned, there she sat on the seat behind. No other but Keira, her lips parted into an evil smile as she stared at me.
"Well, well, nice to meet you again, sister." Her eyes glittered with mischief. "Though it's such a pity you won't be around to witness your Mum's burial two days from now." She scoffed, and the words hit me like a dagger. My chest tightened as the realization sank in.
"It's almost surprising they still let you breathe up till this very moment. You should be grateful, you know." The venom in her tone cut deeper, forcing me to turn despite the chains weighing down my arms, meeting her gaze.
"So…" she leaned closer, daring me, "what now? You want to slap me? Or maybe claw at me? I bet you should be grateful I even bothered to bring you the information." She hissed sharply, uncaring that others might overhear. "Not that I give a damn."
"So you know," I whispered, forcing back tears, and she raised a brow, "know what?"
