"Bree!" Niall rushed to her side to pick her up. "Get up!" She breathed out and helped her stand on her feet. Bree was shaking like a leaf. Heat was rising up her body and her face was flushed red.
"The p— poison… Dawn made me eat the pasta. I— I don't know why she did that. Did she come to know that there was poison in it?" Bree said in a confused tone. She looked baffled. "Or was this just a chance?"
"Forget about that bitch Bree. You need to relax hon," said Niall as she escorted her out of the bathroom. Together they went to her room, which was located close by.
Bree was so pale that Niall was extremely worried. So she immediately fetched ice-cold water for her. Bree sat on the bed with her back resting on the propped up pillows. The girl who haunted her nightmares of never letting her win had returned. When she had heard that Silver House wanted to hold a tournament there, she had hoped that Dawn wouldn't come, but she showed her face.
