Immediately, sleep fled from Sierra's eyes as she sat up with a start, her hand tightening around the phone.
"Erisia." Sierra's voice was low, but Erisia could hear the venom dripping through every syllable. It made her smile fade, if only slightly.
"You never listen, do you?" Erisia's voice dropped, yet her tone stayed unnervingly calm.
Sierra didn't reply. Her expression hardened, twisted into defiance, anger, and hatred. Moonlight spilled in through the tall window, brushing against the pale curtains, casting silver streaks across her bed. The bedside lamp cast a soft yellow glow from behind her, framing her taut shoulders and clenched jaw.
