Renata/Lissandra POV
Marcus rolled off the bed and onto the floor with a thud as Nesta started to howl in fear. The image of Lissandra must have given her the same fright as me.
Right now this was a dilemma. I really didn't need anyone else running into the room. I had to calm the pair down. Marcus already in the process of hushing Nesta who had scrambled up to the top of the bed.
"Be quiet, Nessy." I hissed my index finger over my lips.
Both my little family members went instantly quiet but I could see that Nesta had wet the bed. She thought she was going to die.
Right now I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my ass. The look of complete terror broke a part of my soul. How could other elicit such a response from people and enjoy it?
I wanted to reach out and hold them bo
