Chapter 55

Taste Of Prison.

Elara Winterfell.

My brain went numb for one, two, three seconds. My heart caught in my throat as the cot flew sideways towards the other end of the living room. It was like my soul had just left my body. I could feel the instant rise in my temperature and the blood rushing in my ears.

"What. Did. You. Just. Do?" My voice sounded foreign to my ears. It was shaking with anger and deep hatred. For Natasha. For myself. For being a bad mother who couldn't take her child out of a toxic environment. For the first time, something snapped inside me. Something scary...