Thud! Thud!
Soft footsteps approached, and seconds later, Pamela walked into the room. Unlike her usual baggy clothes, she was dressed in a tight bodysuit that covered her from neck to toe.
It seemed like she wasn't wearing any shoes.
Seeing me seated cross-legged on the floor beside my bed, with Rai'ki laying next to me, clearly spooked her.
"You…" Pamela muttered but quickly regained composure.
"I can smell a rat a mile away," I said, my eyes narrowing, though I didn't move yet.
Pamela's gaze sharpened, and her demeanor shifted—cold and vicious, completely different from the jovial instructor I knew back at the academy.
"How did you know I was coming?" she asked, a tinge of suspicion in her voice.
Her question only earned her a mocking chuckle as I shook my head.
"Who sent you to kill me?" I asked, ignoring her question. "Was it your decision, or are you acting on behalf of the Watchers?"
