Chapter 20. Dark Empress

Bree’s POV

When I woke up, the last thing I wanted was to go to school. I just wanted to curl up in bed and watch reruns of The Good Doctor. I stood up from the bed, dragging my legs downstairs to the kitchen, where my mom was flipping pancakes and my dad was reading the newspaper. Asher was in the living room, watching TV.

“Mom, Dad.” I groaned, taking a seat beside him. He was dressed casually in a t-shirt and black trousers. My mom turned back slightly, sending me a smile before going back to flipping pancakes.

“How are you, honey? I hope you slept well,” my dad says, placing the newspaper on the kitchen counter.

“I don’t feel too well; I think I am coming down with something. It would be best for everyone, mostly my classmates, if I stayed home.” I say slowly, trying to sound as sick as possible.

“Really, what seems to be the problem?” He had an amused look on his face.

“My stomach hurts a lot, and I have a headache.” That was th