I was completely in shock once Carttal walked out the door, an aura of murder radiating from him. Without a doubt, the man was a thousand times more terrifying than Alexander when he got angry.

I turned and went straight to the bed, sitting down and getting lost in my thoughts — so absorbed that I didn’t see a girl about my age enter, carrying a tray with gauze and medicine.

I watched the girl look me up and down with a cold, hateful stare, but there was something else in her eyes. I knew that feeling perfectly well; it was the same emotion I felt every time I saw Alexander and Arlette interact so lovingly in front of me — JEALOUSY. That’s what I saw, but why? Why was she jealous of me if I didn’t even know her?

She came toward me, rolling her eyes. “Miss, I’ve come to dress your fingers. It’s the boss’s orders,” she said, her voice higher than normal. I immediately nodded and watched as she leaned in, took my fingers in her hands, and began to remove the bandage. She did it in a way