Unscramble Scenery Novels & Stories

Her movements were precise and formal. "I-I had something I needed to take care of. That's why I came back this year," I mumbled with my head down. I instinctively covered my arm with my other hand, trying to hide the scars on my skin. However, it was summer, and my clothes were thin. Sadly, there was no way to cover them completely. "Were the wounds on your arm caused by the people who came with you today?" the woman pressed on, her piercing gaze sending a chill down my spine.

Camila's face turned pale as she saw the cold and even scornful looks around her. "No! It's not like that..." she stammered, trying to stand up. The door swung open, and Alexander stood there, his voice cold as ice. "Stand up."