Chapter 15: DiscussionsI hobbled slowly downstairs, Gwynn's etching tucked under one arm, the ointment from Conal in my other hand. I was rapidly discovering that the longer I sat still, the more painful my body became, with aches and pains developing everywhere from the beatings I'd taken.
Lucas appeared at my side in a blur, Rowena following closely behind. Rowena reached out to take the painting and the ointment. “Here, let me take that,” she offered.
“Let me carry you, my love. You look like you're in pain.”
I shook my head. “I'm better off walking. The movement helps loosen everything up.”
“I swear,” Lucas said grimly, taking a gentle grip on my arm to help me down the stairs, “if Conal hadn't killed Armstrong, I would have torn him apart with my bare hands.”
When we reached the
