Michaela Walker.
Michaela snapped out of her daze when she felt the Evil Master’s hands on her shoulders. She looked down with a frown, touching the soft fabric of a blue robe he covered her with, glancing at him when her heart picked up its pace at this small gesture.
“You saw something, didn’t you?”
His voice came out soft and gentle, enveloping her with a warmth that she shivered visibly. The heat from the drug in her system intensified, feeling it creeping to her face and neck, pushing her to evade his glare.
Michaela didn’t know if she should tell him or from where she should start to explain what she’s seen. She was, as well, confused by what she saw. She was trying to comprehend how her destiny would be with the man that loved another woman.
She knew that the Evil Master didn’
