A Traitor

Queenie curled a finger, beckoning her closer. “Come here.”

Cassandra rushed over without hesitation, much like an overeager puppy. “Mdm. Queenie, what is it?”

Queenie’s voice was weak. “A little closer.”

Cassandra leaned in.

In the next instant, with a speed and force no one expected, Queenie’s hand shot up, delivering a fierce slap across Cassandra’s face.

Cassandra stood frozen, staring at Queenie in utter disbelief. “Why… why did you hit me?” she stammered, momentarily caught off guard.