Sierra’s POV
I raised my head as I felt the coat drop on my shoulders. Arthur helped me up, but soon picked me up from the ground. I could not argue nor fight as I let him take me back into the house.
He increased the heat and walked over to the kitchen. He seemed very much used to the house, but I would not question that. After all, he was already seen as family. When he stepped out once again, he held a mug, handing it over to me.
“Tea,” he said.
“Thank you,” I muttered, taking the cup.
The warm feel of the cup on my hands already made me feel better. I took a sip and the taste burst in my mouth. “This is good,” I complimented, raising the cup with a nod.
“Thank you.” Arthur took a seat beside me. “Mum taught me well,” he winked.
I drank my tea quietly, feeling warmed up in no tim
