Chapter Sixteen
‘Aileen, eat up.’
Isla had tried it all: sweets, meals, tea, water, and snacks. Aileen stared at her fingers, intertwining and untangling them.
‘That’s the third cup of tea I’ve warmed for you. You need to eat something.’
Aileen pushed away from the table.
Isla would never understand. She and Daniel had knocked on her door sometime that morning, followed by a few more of Loch Fuar’s citizens. Everyone had a sad face and words of consolation. She didn’t need bloody words.
Without a glance at Isla, she thundered up the stairs. The door to her chambers clicked shut.
Exhaustion kicked in now, at last, when all she could do was see the entire scene, feel the intensity of the fire, the heat of it.
Aileen trudged towards her bed and, without a thought, crashed into it, fac
