Chapter 48 Death's Bride

• She sat on the car seat, gazing out of the window as the road became familiar. The morning was suddenly cold and uncomfortable, and her stomach was churning and burning at the thought that she was going back to him.
• Sure was the worst way to get your hopes smashed to pieces. But still, she shut her eyes so she couldn't feel the car swerving back to the manor.
• But it only made her feel the burn on her cheeks the more, and it felt sore against the car that she had to sit up, forcing her neck to stay still.