"Huh?! What do you mean grounded? What did I do?" Camilla shouted at her, angry with this sudden treatment. Melissa frowned in response.
"Are you really going to say that after parading around with your arm looking like that!?" She pointed toward where she had just mentioned, drawing Camilla's eyes. There, in plain view, was the dragon tattoo that represented Tart's presence.
Curse that useless woman. Camilla tried to contact her again yet still couldn't reach her, making her mutter to herself, "Tch, perfect."
"What was that now? I couldn't hear you." Melissa took a seat behind her desk, placing her elbows on top of it. Her chin rested above her overlapped hands as she spoke with authority in her voice. "Sit down. Also, don't expect the thing inside you to help you."
"Wait, you know about-" Camilla cut herself off as she quickly sat down under her mother's intense gaze.
