Jitters

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter includes scenes of abuse and attempted suicide. Read at your discretion.

[Ashlynd]

The Grand Warlock insisted that, as his new bride, I would be kept at his estate until the wedding begins.

His estate, of course, is the Monrovia Estate, which my mother graciously handed to him after forcing her husband to live in the "pen" with the other "animals."

For a woman who seemed so devoted to him only days ago, she has quickly bowed down to the will of the Warlock, not caring about any of her previous ties. She gladly accepted a position as one of his coven witches, donning her blue dress and smiling with the rest of them as they burned down the packhouse.

"She wasn't there," My mother was angry as she opened the front door, throwing down her things and bowing at the feet of the Grand Warlock. "After the report of the attack at the prison, we were sure that she had gone there to rescue that Moon Wolf," she spat, refusing to call Drew by his name. "But when we