Chapter 82
ARLAN BARDOT
I sat in my car, hands shaking in anger as everything that had happened in the last thirty minutes replayed in my head.
Ianthe.
That fucking bitch.
No matter what she thought Rae did to her and our family, it gave her no right to take it out on a poor innocent child. It was beyond sick.
What had she done to everyone around to make her seem so terrifying?!
Gods!
I could not believe what she had done to Enola, I would never forgive her for that.
I hated myself even more for not being able to take Enola away from there even though it was so fucking obvious that the child was scared out of her mind. I would have to take the boy with her whenever I come to rescue her. And it had to be really soon.
