|LEILA CROSS|
"Julia...," I mutter her name again as I look intently into her eyes. Memories of how we met before flash right before my eyes but before I can even get a glimpse of it, someone opens the door.
"You're awake. I didn't know you're this weak, tsk.," just by hearing his disgusting voice makes my blood boils against my system.
"Just what the hell do you need from me? Does this woman have something to do with it?" I ask even though I know he'll answer me either the false one or the scripted one.
Nowadays, trusting our enemy can be our downfall.
Looking at Julia standing right beside Lawrence, I can't help but feel hurt..., betrayed instead.
"You don't have to know. Hours from now, you'll need to say your farewell. But I bet you can't do that...," I clench my hands into balls as my nails dig into my flesh.