#Chapter 236: The Treaty

Almara’s Pov Cathy’s word hang in the air which increasingly becomes thick and closes in around us. I suddenly find it hard to breathe and every inhalation brings with it the stench of death. I pull myself away from the cell, suddenly unable to bear the sight of Robert lying like a crumbled heap of meat on the ground. The sight, the smell, it all repulses me. I try to keep the bile from rising in my stomach, but being as pregnant as I am my refluxes aren’t as strong. I retch over in the corner. My entire body shakes as I empty whatever contents are left in my body, realizing it’s been too long since we’ve had a proper meal. I feel something cool touch the back of my next and my breathing evens out. “You okay?” I hear Arthur ask in a soothing voice. I notice it’s his hand that’s cold, probably from gripping the cool metal of the cell. Though then my skin starts to crawl and I realize those bars are in close proximity to Robert and for some reason that becomes too much. I