Chapter Twenty-TwoIt dented her pride to admit, but Clare needed help to make it into the mansion at the centre of the complex. At first just Terrick helped her. When she became too much of a burden for the sheriff, their guide stepped in. Nobody in the fields seemingly paid any attention to this strange trio moving through their midst. Maybe they were used to it.
Clare didn't remember much more than impressions once they entered the mansion. The place was big and airy, in complete contrast to the cosy feeling of Logan's private sanctum. The flight from Ashby had taken so much out of her she was focusing purely on her own pain. It meant she was still alive.
“Lie her down there,” the woman said.
Clare felt a firm surface beneath and smelled wool. She was on a bed.
“What's that?” she hea
