Meanwhile, Arthur Lindsey had already moved Ella Lacey to a cave by the sea, carrying her on his back.
The place was low and flat, dry and windproof, and showed no signs of ever being soaked by seawater—its walls coated in thick mud.
Carrying Ella, Arthur sat on a protruding rock wall and said in a slyly charming manner, "Tonight, this can be our bed."
"Arthur, are you sure they won't pursue us?" Ella still worried.
"Night's almost here, the large forest will consume all their search time." Arthur was confident.
"Otherwise, let's get rid of them while it's dark?" Ella proposed mischievously.
This made Arthur a little suspicious, "Ella, are you sure you can?"
"Of course, I..."
Ella felt that something was off. Why was Arthur looking at her so strangely? Was he doubting something? "Of course not, it has to be you who is doing the hard work..." she said, biting her lips.
"Not many of those guys would have made it alive to the bottom of the cliff."
