Amara POV
“Mommy!” I heard my sweet little girls voice yell out to me. I tried to speak up but the pain had traveled to my throat, drying it out, making me unable to talk.
I watched as he stood in front of my cottage and laughed at the burning house.
“You’ve disobeyed me too much for me to overlook it Amarantha. Now you suffer as I do. Childless.” He roared out. I closed my eyes and whimpered as the fire spread through my body. He made my transition excoriatingly slow by biting my ankle. I felt the venom creep it’s way up to my calves, then my thighs, my stomach, and my chest. All the while I watched my life crumble before me.
He yanked me by my hair and gripped my face tightly, forcing me to watch everything I worked so hard for fall apart.
“Watch it Amarantha! Watch as your husband
