Elysia's POV
I gasped awake, my hair dripping with water as it slid between my lips, the view before me blurred for a while, the water dripping down my lashes too. A low feminine chuckle grated on my nerves.
"Sorry, dear sister, you just wouldn't wake up, and I had to do that… I am really sorry," Elara said with a pout, but I didn't miss the glint of mischief in her eyes as the guards stood positioned behind her.
"What the heck is wrong with you, Elara?" I was done with asking her why she hated me so much; this was just me wanting to return her hatred instead of wanting her to be friendly with me like sisters do.
"Did I do something wrong?" She lowered her voice, directing her question to the guards, who gave no reply or any visible reaction.
