DEATH IS BLISS?

Angel had formed a system in the one week she was locked up in a cage.

When just one gun shot filled the air, it meant evening had come. Which also meant that any moment now, Luciana would walk in to feed her.

She never talked to her, because she was still mad she kissed Xander. But she made sure to be kind to her.

Angel closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, a huge smile covered her face.

"Hey mummy," she said. "How are—"

The doors opened, but to her surprise, it wasn't Luciana this time around.

Ivar walked in, interrupting her talk time with her mother.

"Why are you here?" She hissed, eyeing the tray in his hand.

"You're taking your last medication today. Are you happy?" He asked, setting the tray on the ground, as he sat down.

"Does that mean I don't have a disorder anymore?" She scoffed, and rolled her eyes.