Winter POV
She was beautiful. That was the first strange thought that entered my mind, as I gazed upwards at her. So unfair. Even while hanging like a trussed up fish on a hook, my mother still resembled or looked like an angel. It was ironic. She'd stayed unconscious the whole time we'd travelled back, luckily no sign of the other hunters that were expected, and now she wriggled and flailed around, the silver chains burning her flesh and making it sizzle, the smell of burning in the air.
"You little b***h" she yells, her eyes flashing dark as she stares at me, with contempt in her eyes. "Let me down" she shouts.
I laugh. As if she has some kind of power over me. I would let her down when I was good and ready. For a moment I see a flash of panic in her eyes, but it's just as quickly g
