"What do you want, you devil!" Winnie yelled, grimacing as the shout made her headache and throat feel worse.
"That's not how you speak to your sister," Alaina said and walked forward until she was at the foot of the bed. "Where is she?"
"Isn't everybody so curious about her tonight?" She asked with a smirk, folding her hands as she leaned against the headboard. "I thought you put her where I would never find her. Why ask me?"
Alaina gripped the bed frame until her hands turned white. Winnie didn't notice it at first, but there was nothing composed about Alaina.
The white of her eyes stuck out more, making her look in a perpetual state of shock. Her body trembled and her lips quivered.
"Because you clearly found her." Her voice shook a little, and she glanced toward the door.
Winnie followed her gaze. The door was slightly open but not enough to be concerning. The room was bright as the sun slowly rose. The candles weren't the only source of light anymore.
