Chapter Eleven
I stood under the spray of the shower and let the grime of travel and the sweat of my battle with Arthur wash away from me. It wasn’t the water that helped to clear my mind. It seemed I’d needed someone to knock some sense into me.
The bruises Arthur had delivered throbbed, but the sensation ebbed as things became clearer for me. I thought of Arthur, all alone with his duties. I thought of Gwin, unfulfilled in hers. And I thought of Lance, pining away while keeping his desires to himself.
I had no intention of going out like that. I didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t want to live an unsatisfied life. I didn’t want to yearn for someone who didn’t choose me above all others.
I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped out of the bathroom. My phone sat on the bed. I sat down
