Chapter 28 The Night Of Henrì’s Death

Emilia's POV (Cercei's Mamà) Flashback Of A Haunting Memory Of Painful Molestation In a sudden outburst, Monsieur violently swept everything off his table, leaving a trail of chaos in his study room. Unsatisfied with this display of rage, he seized a nearby chair and hurled it against the wall, shattering the room's tranquillity. Trembling with fear, I clamped down my tongue, determined to suppress any sound that might escape my lips. We were supposed to be studying, but Monsieur was consumed by a raging heat, a primal urge to find his mate and satiate his cravings. Every little thing set him off, eroding his patience and driving him toward the brink of insanity. "Fuck!" he bellowed, snatching the bourbon bottle from the table and taking a long swig straight from its neck. With only a quarter of the bottle remaining, he downed the entire contents and hurled it again, this time dangerously close to my trembling form. I couldn't contain my terror, and a shriek escaped my lip