Chapter Forty-Seven
I was getting on Erik’s last nerve, but that was only because I was on my last nerve. My body still wouldn’t properly cooperate….it had been a month since the beating and I had a limp that the doctor that Madeleine brought me too said that I would eventually grow out of since I was still a child and could make a full recovery from, but my body was still stiff and sore, my face still hurt and I felt a fear dig into my chest that I hadn’t felt since Monsieur Meshaw’s and I didn’t realize had gone and now formed again since this incident. Erik allowed me to see Sweet Demon again. A fortnight after the incident, I was feeling well enough (well, really I wouldn’t shut up until he heeded to my demands to prove to me that my horse was alive and well—I’d been convinced he’d been shot) he carrie
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