133- claws out

CARLA WINEHOUSE

It had taken longer than I would have liked for me to suck all of the guard’s blood from where it had stuck into my fingers.

That bloody guard had just pissed me the fuck off. I wasn't usually this careless, but last night’s events bounced around in my head painfully as I flung the last of the damning letters into the fireplace, watching the flames hiss and crackle as they licked at the thick white scripts.

It wouldn't have mattered that I was carrying Anthony’s child if he had found those letters, no, he would have had me bound hands and feet until I gave birth and tortured me till I was skin and bones and senseless with pain.

It had been a pity with the late princess…but Sophia Gotham HAD to die for me to get closer to Anthony.

“Fucks sake,” I hissed when I saw my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were still bloodshot from my shifting, with red rings underneath the whites that made me slap my cheeks until it was gone.

I had taken the back gates into the woods but how