Jenni's POVThe pain seared through my body, each breath a reminder of the merciless lashing I had endured. I lay on our bed, propped up by pillows, while Kendrick gently tended to the wounds on my back. His touch was both soothing and painful, but I welcomed it, for it brought a sense of comfort amidst the turmoil that had engulfed us.As he delicately cleaned the wounds, I winced, biting my lip to stifle any cries of pain. Kendrick's face reflected a mixture of concern and guilt, his eyes clouded with regret. I reached out and clasped his hand, seeking to reassure him despite the anguish I felt."It's not your fault, Kendrick," I murmured, my voice filled with tenderness. "We both knew the risks we were taking, the price we might pay. I don't blame you for any of this."Kendrick's gaze met mine, his eyes searching for absolution. "But I should have protected you, Jenni. I should have found a way to keep you safe from Audrey's wrath."I squeezed his hand, my voice firm and resolute.
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