CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE

Myra's Pov

My scream came out as a muffled moan, as the cloth that held my mouth was still there.

But to the monster in front of me, my screaming came out as a joke. As it laughed at my fright. And a laugh that boomed into an echo around the room.

"I don't think a think a child born of me would ever be this frightful?" the man laughed.

I stayed frantic, breathing heavily as my eyes rolled over the towering man. Seeing his features disjointed; standing too out of place for each other.

As his dark hair flowed beside his ears gracefully, but his eyes stood the color of the shadows behind him. His mouth flashed a set of crooked teeth, yet he possessed fine muscles that bulged and swayed underneath a black shirt that was too tattered and torn.

I froze at the sheer height of him, and grimaced at the stench of beer that oozed from him, as he stood so close.

He held a bottle in his hand, and I wondered what was in it, but from the smell of him, I could guess.

The room around us was riddled w