Chapter Two

Second POV

Climbing the tree sitting beside your house with its branch elongated towards the balcony of your room, you make your way unto the branch and effortlessly roll onto the floor of the balcony. Peeling your nightly attire off your body, you slip into the shower with hot water cascading down your body washing the grime, dirt, and blood of the night to reveal lush lips on a rosy soft face and smooth fair skin.

Looking into the glassy walls of the bathroom, you repeated as a reminder to yourself, "I am Shaira Anthonio, only daughter of my mother Kenna Anthonio, neglected daughter of my Father Hart Anthonio, a ruthless fighter, an assassin of those who deserve it—which are the powerful rich men who place themselves above all others and trample on anyone they deem lower than them—especially those idiots who deprive the public of their entitlements and amass it for themselves, a lover of ice-cream and the only one who takes care of herself," you muse as you immediately add, "Oh! My best friend Hidah Wright also takes care of me." A soft smile coats your face giving you a cute appearance.

Leaving the shower, you slip to the laundry room to wash and dry your clothes in the machine which is the only time you have to do it. Going back to the room, you hide your neatly washed night attire and burrowed into the warmth of your soft bed which though small, fits your five feet three inches (5'3") frame as you drift off to sleep.

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