Jacqueline hadn't moved from the corner.
He had offered quietly, carefully to clean and dress her wounds, but she'd asked him to leave her alone. So he had. Without protest. He rose, placed the first aid kit beside her within reach, and stepped out, giving her the space she clearly needed.
Her mind was a storm.
Everything was ruined now.
What was she supposed to tell Mathieu? How was she going to protect him?
Julien would tear the city apart looking for them. And when he found her and he would she didn't know if he would even let her live this time. Her body trembled as his threats echoed in her memory. He had always been a man of his word.
And if he caught her now
He would make her beg for death.
Damien should never have come.
The door creaked open again. She didn't know how much time had passed, but he was back, standing there, looking down at her.
"You'll get an infection," he said, his tone clipped but not unkind.
