Amaya’s POV
The sound echoed down the hallway. My eyes widened as Suri’s head snapped to the side, and she covered her cheek with her hand. She staggered back from the force of the blow, her eyes filling with tears.
My entire body stiffened — and worse, Kara’s smile deepened.
“Pathetic,” she spat. And when Suri opened her mouth, she yelled again. “Did I tell you to speak?” She stepped closer, landing another slap on Suri’s face.
Suri shook her head weakly, her eyes fixed on the floor — but that also seemed to upset Kara.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!”
When Suri hesitated, Kara grabbed a fistful of her hair. Suri gasped as Kara yanked her head back, forcing her to meet her gaze.
“You can’t even follow basic instructions?” she hissed, digging her nails into Suri’s scalp. “No wonder you’re nothing but a useless little maid.”
“Stop…” Suri’s voice broke.
“Oh, so you can talk.” Kara yanked harder, making Suri wince.
When she released her hair, she shoved her backward with so
