The days had passed slowly after the body was found. Lorcan had returned Arabella to her room, telling her to get some rest after their intense night, but all Arabella had been able to do was replay the image of Jerry’s body as it laid there. His dead body left to rot in the backstreets of the busy city; his pained face as his mouth let out a scream that no one had heard.
No matter what she did, or how often she slept, she couldn’t get the image out of her head. It haunted her; she had barely left her room in days for fear of breaking even more. She would try to recall the person that she had once been – that naïve girl who could never have dreamed of such a vile act. But now she felt like she’d seen too much, heard too much, to ever return to that innocent girl she had once been.
Kyli
