Why was Brigit saying this? None of that was true. I was feeling just fine, despite the fact I was an indentured slave. Why would she lie to Lucas? Punishments for that are beyond torturous.
"Very well." Lucas promptly responded. "You are excused."
I listened as Brigit left the room quietly, shutting the door behind her.
Lucas slowly walked towards the bed, his shoes echoing beneath him. As he approached, I kept my breathing easy and thoughts cleared. Unexpectedly, I felt him sit on the bed next to me, his weight causing me to sink further into the mattress.
Suddenly, his hands were on my bloody shoulder, wiping away the crimson substance flowing onto his sheets. It took everything in me not to flinch at his touch. His fingers lingered on my neck, before he withdrew them and stood up
