When they reached the dirt path where the cart was, he placed her by the cart and untied the cloak. He draped it over her carisole and ran off toward the cart horse.
The pony was tied up a few feet away under some large trees, calmy chomping away on the feed bag hung from its face. Scar smiled, he was mostly dry and his icy blue eyes were calm, almost warm.
He signalled her under the tree.
"We can wait it out here for a bit."
Gently he took her sopping wet cloak from her carisole and started wringing it out. She nodded and began wringing out the boddom of her damp skirts. Her hair was damp and hung in waves. She brushed her fingers through it and it curled softly.
He took the mostly dry saddle blanket from a branch and wrapped it around her. They settled in up against a tree trunk and they caught echothers gaze before laughing.
"Well, I'm guessing after this mess your done meeting with me. Am I right?"
She pretended to think as his heart pounded loudly in his chest.
"I think I'll meet with you despite it, but only because you are a fantastic kisser."
His eyebrows shot up for a number of reasons, "Just fantastic? Why I'm just... hurt." He winked at her and they shared another laugh.
"Meet me again tomorrow night? For dinner."
She nodded, "Where are we going?"
"A great restraunt downtown. You'll love it."
"I'm sure I will. Meet me by the little oak?"
He shook his head, "No, Let's meet by the small pond at Reavador park."
The rain had regressed and she frowned, "I better be getting back. My father will be expecting me home soon."
He helped her up, and soon they were in the cart heading toward the Ravenglass manor.
He pulled up in the rear of the manor a couple miles off and he helped her down.
"Tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow night, by the little pond." She replied lightly, kissing his cheek, and heading off toward her father's estate.
***
He returned the pony to a poor farmer that had needed the money. He paid him for a whole day and walked home. When he got to Sylvador Palace it was almost night and somthing was going down. A Nursara well know by the gangsters of his gang ran into the palace. Everyone was gathered around on the first floor. Scar pushed to the middle of it where he saw Ghost bleeding all over the floor. Her eyes were distant and her clothes were torn.
He pushed people aside, "What happened?" he demanded in a cold tone.
A few of the men shook their heads and a moment later the Nursara pushed back through the crowd and annoyed scowl on her face. She looked at him, "Scar, I asked them to clear a path, Their all standing around like a bunch of gaping bafoons. Nobody even has enough common sense to fetch me additional medical supplies."
He growled, "Everyone get to your rooms!" The men's eyes widened and they scrambled to be the first to obey him.
A group in the back chuckled and Scar took mental note of the three skinny men with beady eyes as they made their way to the second floor.
The room clear, the Nursara now looked up for a fraction of a second to thank him before focusing on her work. As she worked she caught him up.
"When I got here she was screaming and crying, I gave her a magical salve to take the pain away and put her in a semi-concious state but it will wear of quickly."
She was working on Ghost's midsection which was criss crossed with deep knife slashes.
There was deep purple bruises on her muscled arms, and bits of her hair were butchered off.
He went pale as he noticed her pants were torn open.
"Can we move her somewhere more private?" The Nursara shook her head, "We have to be careful or she will lose more blood, can you get a stretcher and a few men?"
He nodded and went off he came back with two of his largest men and a stretcher that had seen better days.
The Nursara had just finished sewing the longest cuts to her mid section.
"She's completely out of it, but we still need to be extremely careful with her."
He left the men with instructions to follow the Nursara's every direction and ran up the stairwell to Ghost's bedroom. The bedroom was in peices. A struggle had gone down here. He stripped the bloody clothes on the bed and stuck his head out the hallway.
"Somone bring me a clean bed cloth!"
He waited only long enough to see every man's head peak out the door. One man separated from the rest and headed off down to the laundry table down stairs in a hurry. He examined the room.
Shattered glass littered the floorboards. The bed cloath arrived only moments before the stretcher, along with a bucket of water, and he tucked it in swiftly before they layed her down. He dismissed the men while the Nursara began cutting off her clothes and sewing the rest of the cuts. After many long minutes she cut the last stitch and began sponging the blood from her body. Done, she pulled another layer of the blankets over her bare body and began laying out pills on the stand.
She pushed the sorted piles each into their own boddle. Capping them she set them out on the dresser and wrote on the boddles a date and time. He paid her a large sum, leaving it on the dresser, out of her way. As she collected her money he crossed the room to the bed and picked up Ghost's hand it was unresponsive. He turned it this way and that sickened by the bruises there.
"She'll need painkillers every couple of hours, and still she will be in alot of pain. She's lucky the wounds were not any deeper or she'd have needed burned shut," she paused. "Scar, you usually see these things coming before hand. Where were you?"
He turned and didnt answer her. He stared at the boddles lining the dresser.
When he didnt say anything she began collecting her medical supplies and turned to leave. He didnt move until she paused at the door.
"Nobody could blame you, the way your normally worked to the bone."
Awkwardly she continued in his silence, "I've known he's filth, but I can't imagine anyone could allow this. "
She left him with his thoughts the copper scent of blood in the air.
He wiped his face and went into the corridor. He pointed to one of the guys in the hall.
"You! Get me Carver, and be quick about it."
The tall man nodded. "Yes boss."
The way everything worked he was the boss of everyone but Rat and his father.
A few minutes passed before Carver came jogging up the stairs.
"They said you called on me urgently."
"I have a big job for you. Clear your schedule. The next few days you sleep in this room with a guard I will assighn. You make sure when she gets up she doesn't move too much and has plenty to drink and eat. Her pills are labeled on the counter. In the morning gauze and wrap her. It will be painful for her so be careful." He smoothed a hand down his face and sighed.
"Do you have any jobs?"
"A small one in Reavdor park maintaining guard so Skinners don't invade our turf."
"I'll talk with Snakeyes and remove that from your job duties. From now, until she gets better, your going to be one hell of a Nursara. Do you think you can manage that for me."
"Gladly, I won't let you down boss."
He nodded at him and walked away down to the end of the hall and took the last left. He knocked on the door to his father's private office.
"Come in."
Scarface nodded at the muscle man in the corner of the room.
"I need a moment, if that's okay boss." He looked at his father who was scanning over an official document. He made no move except to turn the page. The guard and Scarface stood stock still as he finished the second page.
After a long while his father sighed and turned the papers over. His hand went to his walking stick and his black eyes looked bored.
"Richardson, give us a moment."
He knew if he requested anything in front of the hired guard his father would reject the idea on principal.
"Carver has a guard shift with the Skinners down at Reavador park. I'm asking that I move him and fill the spot with another."
The man leaned forward and lit a reavadorian cigar rolling the top in the flame and puffing it a few times before exhaling a long drag.
"I will find another. Continue," he leaned back into his chair again, "I could always tell when you had too much to ask for."
Scar took a step forward, "Ghost has been diced up by one of our own, I'm requesting permission to deal with it myself, Also, she needs at least two months of recovery, and I want to pull Bennett for guard duty until I deal with them."
The man's eyes narrowed and he sat puffing his cigar for a while before leaning forward.
"This is the last time you step in my office until that job is completed. Pull Bennett. I'll fill his job, and go ahead and deal with them as you please. Now get out."
Back in the hall he passed Richardson who nodded and entered the door. He stepped around him and was off to find the three slimy fuckers who had laughed at Ghost's horrible state.
He had a feeling they were the one's who had made this terrible mistake. He was going to make sure ofcourse, but not even their strongest enemies would wish on them what he was going to do. His eyes were like blue flame as he walked down the hall to his bedroom stairway, and all the gang members took care to steer clear.