Lacy was laying her bed when the door to her room burst open, the same girl who had brought her breakfast the day before stepping in, wielding a tray bearing her first meal of the day, a lovely smile on her face, “Good morning, I take it that you’re much better,”
“Much.” Lacy smiled back, going over to take the tray from her hands… but the slender girl would have none of it, “I know where to put it, ma’am,”
“Please, call me Lacy,”
“Alright, Lacy. I’m Chreisa.” She introduced herself. Lacy observed the girl. She still had that severe nape bun from last time, and now that Lacy paid close attention, she had a nasty scar on her jaw, one that quite offset what would have been an otherworldly beauty. She itched to know what had caused it, especially with the knowledge that should her guess be
