Elena's POV
"Elena, let's talk about this.'' Declan followed me out. My legs gave out once outside the house, I felt on my knees, clutching my stomach before puking. The image of my dead mother haunted me. It sicked me to the stomach. "Darling,'' Declan came to touch, his hand on me felt like my skin was burning again. I was repulsed by him.
"How could you...'' I cried, stumbling as I tried to get up. I bit back the tears, wiping my mouth as I kept rushing to the house.
Mia came fast approaching. My fist was clenched, I was ready to punch her in the mouth if she tried me. "Your mother was responsible for all this. The bracelet she gave you...''
"I don't want to talk about it.'' The house, was missing almost half a section of it. The wall on the south side of the mansion had tumbled
