All Chapters of The Kidnapped Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

As usual, Theodore and I were at the library. Instead of his chamber, we spent our time at the library, reading books. Sometimes we both would read different books, sometimes he would listen and I read. I liked to read in silence, but Theodore sometimes insisted that I read to him. I did not want to disappoint him since he came to be library with me. I did not want to come to the library alone.In the afternoon most days, I would meet Rose. Rose said everything was going according to plan. She did not reveal the entire plan to me, although she acted like she did.“First, you need to gain the support of the wives,” Rose told me. “Dela and my mother already like you. Spend time with Clarissa. They live in three different part of the residence. In that way, no one will suspect anything if you go to that parts of the house.”She had a point. I had invited Clarissa to have tea with me and she accepted. I would have tea with her the next day. To be honest, I was rather nervous. How would we

My arms shook, the books almost falling down the stairs. I took a deep breath and steadied myself. It would be a disaster if I dropped the holy books.My head had not been working straight since coming back from home. Father showed me and other family members another package he received from House Silverclaw. It contained a light brown finger- a man’s middle finger. Jace’s finger.Mother had wailed over it while Father cursed House Silverclaw and every member of the family. I had checked the finger. I checked every part of it.“It has a message,” I said, holding the severed finger in my hand.“What?” Father walked over to where I was sitting. He bent over my shoulder to take a look.“Inside the finger. There is something written on the other side of the skin,” I said. “Look, you can see from the bottom here. It’s not a real finger.”Father took it from me. Indeed, there was a message engraved inside.“Third moon, it says,” Father said.“Tonight is a full moon,” I said. We prayed all n

Sully brushed her fingers on the wound and took them back just as quickly.“Does it hurt a lot?” she asked.To be honest, it did not hurt much. It was a small wound. But according to Sully, even a scratch mattered.“It can lead to infection if left untreated. A wound might be small, but you should treat it just the same way you would treat a serious wound,” she said knowingly. “I could make you a healing potion if I had the ingredients at hand.”“There is ointment in my chamber, Sully.”I told her where it was. While she went to get it, I relaxed in the hot water. The water was hotter than I preferred. Sully said it was perfect. I should have realized by now that the water she called perfect was scalding hot.Sully had the maids prepare the bath for herself. But when I came with a small injury from a knife on my arm, Sully told me to get in the tub instead.After brining the ointment, she first cleaned the wound with practiced hands. She dried the area, put a little ointment on it and