Chapter 16. Again

Medusa’s POV

Horrors of the past had decided to pay me a sweet visit again. Tears trailed my cheeks as I couldn’t comprehend how a father could do that to his own child.

The horrific dream has awoken me, the only difference is that it isn’t a dream, it is the reality of how Rhysand came to me, the night I was in the rock circle amidst frost and snow. A vision I have seen into Rhysand’s past…again.

My heart seemed to beat frantically as I twisted the black duvet in my hands. Something was wrong and I needed to see him as soon as I could. My intuition was screaming.

I stepped out of the bed hurriedly searching the almost empty brick walls for my leather pouch, it had been hanging from a rusted hook.

I unhinged it, opening it to take out a d***, I pulled a long whiff of the powder inhaling it into my lungs. Withdrawing a hand mirror from the same pouch I watched my eyes turning light brown in it from the d***’s reaction.

I knew I didn’t have much tim