Page 10 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
“Do you think they’ll catch the man?” She swallowed, trying to wet her raw throat.
Isabel took a second before reassuring Adorra. “The guards will do their best. Unless the man is a ghost, he’ll be found and held accountable for his actions. He can’t hide what he did forever.”
“He was huge.” Adorra closed her eyes as she recalled the moment before Edmund had been speared through his gut. “Almost like those giants we’re told stories about when we’re children.”
Isabel snorted as she worked on wiping the blood off Adorra’s face with gentle strokes. “Doubtful. Why would a giant want to kill Lord Gothar? It’s most likely a jealous suitor of yours or an enemy we never knew Lord Gothar had.”
“He didn’t have enemies.” Lord Gothar had been loved by everyone. What could she say? He’d always known what to say to get people to like him… it was one of the reasons she’d fallen for him so quickly. He’d always known how to make her feel special.
“He must have.” Isabel insisted. “No one can be friends with everyone.”
Isabel was wrong. Adorra had seen him interact with so many different people, and he appeared to be able to win over anyone and everyone at court, except her sister. Jasmine had to be the only person Lord Gothar had been unable to win over with his charm.
“Will I ever be happy?” She turned her eyes back to Isabel who was still wiping a wet cloth over her skin.
Isabel sighed as she rung the cloth out in the bath water, which was slowly turning red. “Life seems to be dealing you an unfair deck of cards, but it can’t last forever. At some point, it will turn around. Perhaps life is just preparing you for something greater, something that will happen soon that you will need a tough exterior to handle.”
That didn’t sound very appealing. Adorra didn’t want to be faced with any more challenges. All she wanted was a happy life, with the man she loved, and the possibility of children. A family to call her own.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of movement as Isabel stayed with her all night and helped to answer questions the guards needed to know. It was everything Adorra needed as she felt shell-shocked by the events of the night. She just prayed this night wouldn’t shape her for the rest of her life.
