Chapter Fifty-one

Phoebe

When the going gets tough, only the tough get going.

With those words, I navigated my way into the woods, alone at midnight.

The battle was getting tougher and tougher by the day. But I would never back off.

I was tough. And only the tough ones could survive.

Despite the scary sight in the woods, nothing would make me back off. Not even a monster with twelve heads.

I had started this journey alone and I would finish it successfully on my own.

A whine in my head followed by a protest rolled a light chuckle from my lips.

Kruella was jealous!

"Fine, we are together in this, jealous bitch," I snapped, a satisfying pur left her throat.

Sneaking out of the house never posed to be an issue, but for some strange reason, dad's presence hovered around the house, monitoring my movement.

Forgiveness.

Forgiveness was what he pleaded. And after I assured him of my forgiveness, followed by a kiss on his forehead, he melted away in his room.

Same with Esmeralda.

That bit