"I don't know... I dare not guess the master's thoughts."
"She won't die."
"Why?"
"Intuition."
Damn it...
Could it be that she really has no way to deal with Heather?!
...
When Heather's consciousness became clear again, her sense of smell first told her she was no longer in that dark, damp chamber.
Secondly, she could feel it was very quiet around her, completely different from before. Only then did she slowly open her eyes and see the brightly lit room.
This was a place she had never seen before, but she knew she was still under Night Hawk's control, though she didn't know the location of this room.
At this moment, she smelled a strong scent of medicine.
Following the source of the smell, she saw a woman holding something approaching her.
Heather looked down and saw her right hand was bandaged. Her clothes had also been changed to clean, loose ones, with a slight fragrance; the previous smell of blood was gone.
