Chapter Eighty-Five: It Can't Be
Natala (Emerald) POV:
I don't know long it has been since I've been down here. Edward has come down a number of times, forcing a disgusting vile of liquid down my throat. Every time I drank it, my marks burned to the point where I wanted to starch them off. I haven't seen the sun since I've been down here; everything I eat, I vomit, and every smell down here makes me want to puke even more.
I haven't been able to connect with Trisha or my Lycan; it's like they never existed. Without them present, my injuries have been heeling at a human pace. My back hurts to the point where if I move, it's like someone is hammering down on it; no doubt I had a few ribs fractured since even touching the area seemed to kill.
Edward denies taking me out of here since,
