In the cabin, Drake rested his face on his hand and stared at the mirror that displayed Debra's every move. "Sir..."

"What do you think she's doing?"

"She..."

Peter looked over and saw Debra curling up in the corner, unmoving.

"Maybe she's scared."

"Scared?"

Drake raised an eyebrow. He'd seen people terrified out of their minds in this same room, but none of them acted like Debra.

That was not fear.

"Make some noise."

"Yes, sir."

Peter went out, and soon after, the muffled sound of women screaming echoed from the adjacent room. Debra, however, remained in the same position. Peter returned. "It's done, sir."

frowned, observing Debra's

with?" he asked, suddenly standing up.

"Huh?"

the keys, and went to

in the corner. Drake strode forward, yanking

and felt her

whispered,

obvious?"

silently cursing

Debra in his arms and ordered, "Go

out, hurrying to

and kill Debra.

before shaking his head grimly. "Her fever's dangerously high. She needs immediate treatment, or

scoffed, "It's just a fever. What's the big

doctor shot him

almost

it

degrees. If this keepsve

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255