Chapter 81
Arabella's POV The rain was pouring down with a vengeance, the wind was howling like an injured wolf, imitating the silent screams of my soul, the ropes that bound my hands and feet to the pole cut into my skin with the tiniest movement I made, whoever had them on had gone through great labors to make sure they were very secure “but were they secure enough to hold me?” I thought The binds were not what were keeping me here, tied up like a criminal at the stake, even from the distance between I and the ground where the pyre was set, I could see how well drenched in oil the wood was, “ it will burn very well indeed, I will burn very well indeed” I thought My black hair clung to my body, my thin, white nightdress that I had picked out with so much care for tonight was no more than a tatt
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