"He needs bed rest. He will be fine after a few hours, Lady Dominixe," Lanfrid said after he checked on Ismael, who fell unconscious.
Nodding, all I did was stay in the corner while having the blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I couldn't even utter a word, preoccupied with hundreds of thoughts.
"Here." Henry gave me an ice pack when the innkeeper gave it along with a tray of food. "You are quite frightening to deal with, Dominixe," he added.
I accepted it and placed it on my cheek, where he slapped me twice. It got swollen since he had to slap me so hard to wake me up. He told me that if he did not do that, with my emotions blinding me, I could have killed Ismael.
"I'm sorry..." I muttered, leaning on the ice pack more like I sought comfort. The coldness of it had bestowed me warmth, and it made me ease my mind for quite some time before I looked up and saw Henry looking intently at me.
