Alice’s P.O.V.

I wake up, gasping as the cold water hits my face.

What the hell!

As I open my mouth to shout, my voice dies in my throat upon witnessing my Master shooting daggers at me, grasping a jug in his hand. Anger radiates from his scorching red eyes, and I know I’m in deep trouble.

“How you dare sleep in my bed with me?” He seethes, gritting his teeth.

“Master, you were having nightmares-” I begin to explain, but he cuts me off sharply.

“Shut up.” His shout echoes ...