Michaela Walker.
“Michaela, you can keep the book, and you can use it as much as you want if you don’t believe me. . . As for the theory about why this is happening in relation to you, I would suggest we explore it on another day.”
Michaela slowly nodded, glaring at the book in thought. The Evil Master left the room, and she could hear him talking to someone by the door. She figured he had assigned guards in front of the room lest she planned to escape.
Sighing, she lazily stood up, flopping on the bed. All that she learned today was too much for her. She hid her face in the quilt, teared up at the thought of her father finding out about this. She couldn’t help but think she was the reason why he died. If he weren’t upset, arguing with the Evil Master, he would’ve been careful where h
