*Eliza*
I’d simply unlocked Abel’s door and walked away, not bothering to shut it behind me. I was not making any more deals or bargains with the men in this realm, not anymore… never again.
My footsteps echoed through the house as I climbed the grand stone staircase to the second story. I passed a maid who was bustling by, a basket of laundry clutched to her chest. She gave me a kind smile and a bob of her head as she passed, tilting her head down the hallway from which she’d come to where a door was slightly ajar, light spilling into the darkness.
I glanced back at the staircase, half expecting Abel to be hot on my heels, but he wasn’t.
I walked into our room, finding Scarlett sitting up in the bed, her knees tucked into her chest. The hair around her face was damp, and her brow was gleaming with sweat. Her cheeks burned a deep crimson as she slowly looked up at me, shivering.
