I heard a knock at my door and said, “Come in.”
Jeremiah walked in and could not hide the surprise on his face at seeing Henri by my bedside. “Are you injured?”
“She will be fine.” Henri waved his hand dismissively at him. “Go back to bed and you will see her in the morning.”
A mix of emotions crossed Jeremiah’s face. “I did not ask you of your opinion.” He came to my bedside and looked at the marks on my throat and saw the scratches on my arm. “I could get some warm water and clean that for you.”
“No, I am fine. Please, go back to bed and I will talk with you in the morning.” I pushed him away.
“Have a good night.” He dropped my arm back onto the bed and walked quickly out of the room. He appeared dejected and wroth with me.
When the door had shut, Henri asked, “Is he always so woun
