Before Fr. Alberto could answer rushed clumsy footsteps echoed behind them. They both turned startled, but none was prepared for the sight that met their eyes.
Damien visibly trembled when his gaze fell on a bloodied Elizabeth. He doesn't know how he managed to move that fast, but in no time he was crouching beside a collapsed Elizabeth.
“She is badly hurt.” Father Alberto whispered, observing the young woman he knew very well. “Bring her to the quarters.” Damien stopped Elizabeth in his arms and followed the elder man hurriedly to the priest's quarters. Inside their living room, he lowered her to the couch and rushed to get a first aid kit and some water to clean her cuts and bruises.
“This poor woman will get killed by her up to no good husband one day.” Father Alberto's words surpri
