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Her words slithered softly through the air, amused, while my heart slammed against my ribs as I stared up at her from the floor.
"Careful now." Her voice was gentle, and she looked almost concerned.
Almost.
There was a delay in her expression, as if the concern had arrived a moment after the words. Like she had remembered to wear it right after.
I did not trust it.
I opened my mouth to scream for Maybelle, but Paloma glanced at the door as if reading my mind.
I was scared to look back. I did not want to take my eyes off her.
"Ah, that one is fine." She smiled, and it kept going, widening past the point where a normal smile would stop.
My skin prickled.
She continued, "I simply sent her to sleep. She won't be harmed, do not worry."
The smile held, and her eyes didn't crinkle the way they should when someone usually smiled. The rest of her face did not follow, and this wasn't how I had seen her smile earlier.
Why was she acting like this in front of me?
