Chapter 120: 'If she hated Rose so much, why hire her?'

AMBROSE

‘No, wait!’ Cold fear gripped him, squeezed his eyes—he couldn’t move his limbs; too afraid to breathe. His skin burned with panic; large drops of sweat rolled down his face.

His mother smiling back at him flashed across his mind like death welcoming him—the thin strand of chilling thrill sank into his flesh—sharp pain pierced his skull.

‘ALRIGHT!’ He sniffed. ‘I’LL DO IT!’ I’ll MAKE IT HAPPEN! STOP!’

And he could move again.

Fresh air gushed into his lungs. Too much. He couldn’t take it. Cough, cough! Cough!

His lips moved; the voice in his head snarled low with the chill of death.

'The vessel is going to wake up soon. Her so-called father is getting suspicious. He's going to bring in the light.'

His spine squeezed like a leaf.

'ARGH!!!!' His voice screamed in pain from within. 'I'll hurry!'

In the thing called mirror, his face was crushed with excruciating pain as his lips moved again, and a voice not his own spilled out from it.

'Why is the vessel moving faster than