[Holy Grounds]
Minutes ago…
"I can… move?"
Lola opened and closed her hands and even stretched her legs. Surprisingly, they felt as free as a bird. It was as though she hadn't been beaten by Melissa at all.
Jumping from her spot, her mouth fell open in shock.
"Holy…" she gasped, snapping her eyes to Derek, who mirrored the same shock.
Just moments ago, Lola had been lying unconscious on the floor. No—before that, just minutes earlier, she had fallen unconscious almost instantly after injecting herself with that suspicious syringe.
But look at her now.
"What… is going on?" he blurted, eyes trembling. "How come… you can move now?"
Until now, Derek believed the syringe carried another paralytic drug. But seeing her like this told him otherwise.
Why would that child and that silver-eyed trash let her get hold of what looked like an antidote?
Weren't they supposed to be enemies?
Those questions crossed Lola's mind as well, but she shook her head, unwilling to dwell on them.
