Unexpected Gratitude

A palm suddenly swung toward her face, fast and merciless.

Chloe stood her ground. A bright red handprint bloomed on her pale, sickly face. She arched her brow, and there was a glint of satisfaction in her gaze as she looked at Clara. Clara didn't care what game Chloe was playing now.

Her voice was soft, but colder than ice. "Chloe, I'm sure I've made myself clear before. If anyone dares to lay a