CHAPTER 61 I CANT STAY MAD

SABRINA'S POV I watched as the car moved from the window; a smile slowly creeped to my face as my hands tapped rhythmically on the window. Yes, the pain I felt was real, from the hit...to her face.   Those eyes stared at me coldly, colder than I ever expected. Is something wrong somewhere? I couldn't blame her; after all, she was just a girl I've met for a day.   My hands reached towards my laps to itch it when I winced in pain looking down at my leg, which was bandaged, and I pulled the bandage without noticing. The blood spilled easily like a fresh wound opened without any warning.   Walking slowly towards the bed, half limping, my hand stretched towards the bell to ring it while lying down comfortably. It was all like a game of cards and charades; everything had to be calculated.   Down to Missy's movement and words to actions, if it weren't calculated, I'd have been dead now, as her attempts of murder are more than any hitman's record yet no evidence, and she's getting bet