Ivan's POV

Bertha felt both familiar and foreign at the same time. She still couldn't hide her thoughts, and they showed on her face every time.

I chuckled as I walked down the hallway towards the visitors' area. The way her face turned crimson at the mention of dripping it wasn't hard to read what was on her mind.

It made me wonder if little Betty was riled by my words. It was almost adorable, after everything she was still a kitten pretending to be a tigress.

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