(Just a warning for triggers. It's a bit gory.)
Chrys
Images of Teddy's blood-stained body haunt me. I had to see him. I couldn't just leave him in a box for Jacob to dispose of him in whatever way he was used to disposing of the bodies he used up in his gruesome experiments
I lay on the couch, my hands sticky as I stared up at lavender eyes. What day was it? And who was staring down at me?
I sit up slowly at which point, the Fae woman, the one who forced me into this horrendous nightmare, backs away from me slowly, holding her hands up, palms facing me.
It looked cautious. Like she was trying to protect herself from me. But why? She had all the power. I still wore the shackles my husband put on me the night of our wedding.
Images of the night Teddy was killed come back to me. I
