Milena~
Slow and gentle, fingers comb through my hair as I shut my eyes. I take a soft breath, burying my head into a delicate, comfortable object. But gag harder by the earthy, milky scent.
My eyes snap open.
“Finally,” a lady says.
I look up, a scream tearing through my throat as our eyes meet. Promptly, I pull away from her lap. Taking in my surroundings, I'm still in the suffocating rooms. The sheets and tapestries are ripped apart; servants struggle to clean large bloodstains from the white rug as the atmosphere reeks of disarray.
“You created chaos,” she utters.
Scratching the back of my head with a trembling finger, I peek at the mess once again. There are claw marks painted on the bed and rug; fallen fur litters the rug and body of the young lady.
I did this damage? How? W
