Chapter sixty

I paced around my cellar, with the two young boys watching my every move.

I had gotten a little of my power back, and from the looks of it, they noticed and might soon give me another shot. I can't let that happen. Whatever it is they want with me is not going to happen any time soon.

Also remembering the size of that feral sent chills down my spine. If it comes down to it I will fight as many off as possible to escape.

The sound of heels clicking on the floor was heard. A woman came into view and she was different from the others. She looked sassy, in her slim-fit nurse gown. Her eyes narrowed at the young ones waiting at the foot of the cellar.

"What a place fit for a queen," she said in a French accent.

She sashayed her hips as she walked slowly into the cellar room, admiring the fine furniture.

"Time for your medicine" her voice dropped to a neutral tone.