Salome’s POV
“I promise I’ll never touch her again, Barnabas, I swear it,” Portia said, her voice cracking as she buried her face into his shirt.
She started sobbing, her whole body shaking against him. I stood a few feet away, watching the display with a heavy knot in my stomach. Barnabas didn't move at first. He just stood there like a statue while she fell apart. After a minute or two, the gasping breaths slowed down. Portia pulled back just enough for Barnabas to reach out and brush the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. It was like watching a light switch flip. One second she was hysterical, and the next, she was calming down, her eyes clearing as she regained control.
Clementine shifted next to me. We didn't need to say anything. The look we shared spoke volumes. Clementine had
