I'm stunned to surprise as I hold the cheek that Isolde had slapped with my eyes widened in shock.
"How could you?" Isolde's furious voice yells in my face.
What?
Confusion marrs my face at her question?
"Mother." Theron begins but Isolde raises a finger up to stop him, not taking her eyes off me.
I bring down my hand from my cheek and step back, bending a little. The cold wind of the night escapes into the room and I shiver, rubbing my hand over my clothed body.
She steps forward and before she can land me another slap, Theron grabs her lifted arm.
"Leave her be, Mother." He says with a defiant look in his eyes.
I straighten my back and blink back the tears that pools in my eyes with an indifferent express on my face before speaking.
"I'm sorry." I don't know what I'm sorry for and I don't care. I just want to be left alone. These past days, she's been surprisingly mean and harsh towards me.
