C81 Chapter 81

Medora

The next morning, I sat in the kitchen with Yellow, my hands clenched into fists. My heart was still hammering in my chest as I slammed the IV I found yesterday onto the counter in front of her.

Yellow choked on her drink.

She choked on her fucking drink.

See? I’m not overreacting.

This is insane.

She wiped her mouth, eyes darting between me and the invitation. Then—she laughed