Chapter 9 The Bride Of A Beast

Leila paced around the room with her teeth bared. Wrinkled lines sprung at both sides of her face, and her hands were folded into fists. She hated it here. Makros. The Cretes. This mansion that felt like a prison yard, and the godforsaken servants that sneered at her. They turned their nose up whenever she passed by, and it was barely a month here.