chapter 89

I leaned my head back against the tub and closed my eyes. Every time I do that, I see Sir Marge jumping towards me with his dagger. Then I see his lifeless body laying on the ground with my small silver dagger sticking from the side of his neck.

I let out a sigh before I opened my eyes back up.

The quite bathroom did so little to calm me. Even though Mirra had pored some scented oils to ease the tension from my muscles, I was sitting really tense.

Drawing my knees up to my chest, I wrapped my arms around them but I instantly regretted it when the wound on my shoulder burned.

Letting out a hiss, I let my knees go and fall back.

Mirra, like the collected sister that she is, helped me off the floor after I'd spilled my guts all over the marvelous carpet, took me to the bathroom, helped me wash to blood off and stitched my wound.

The stab had not been too deep so there was no need to call for Lord Kiza. Mirra knew how to take care of it. She applied some herbs over the cut and wrapped it