Chapter 64

Zara's p.o.v

I woke up feeling exhausted, and my muscles were aching. I sat upright with a groan and touched my head.

Why was I sleeping? When I wasn't sleepy at all. The last thing I remembered was.....!

"Mistress," I whispered with emphasis when I recalled how she had pushed me away and then made me pass out.

"I'm here." She responded.

I looked at her and saw that she was sitting behind her desk.

Was it her hobby to always sit behind there, what was so special about the damn desk?

I moved at the edge of the bed with a glare then grabbed the sheet behind me without moving my gaze from her, wrapping it around my waist.

"Why did you do that to me?. Was I so bad that you would make me pass out!" I screamed angrily.

She sighed heavily and then moved her hands to the top of the desk.

I watched as she slowly began removing a bloody-wrapped cloth from one of her hands. When she pulled it off, my heart picked up. I found myself standing up and going to her side to take a closer look