To her not-so-great surprise, Atticus did not strike or threaten to harm her family. Instead, he had ordered her to lay on her chest so that he would apply some sort of ointment on the laceration riddling her back.
Arabella asked no questions and made no complaints as the peace he allowed to creep in was very much welcome.
Silence only broken by the restricted gasps and winces that escaped the young woman as the cold substance connected with her throbbing flesh.
Still, in terms of pain or discomfort, it was nowhere near the worst thing that had been inflicted upon her body.
So, her mind was allowed a semblance of rest to ponder… Everything… From the day of her arrival to her last vision of Silas in limbo.
Emeric's words about saving Silas blared in the back over and over. As it turned out, her own mother seconded that sentiment as well.
But knowing that one must do something rarely came with a detailed outline on how to achieve it.
