Eighty-Seven

Lenora

Wincing in pain, I limped away from the dungeon's hallway, regretting and hating myself for going to the dungeon in the first place. Killian was a fucking bastard. With every step I took, I felt a sharp shooting pain in my leg.

Luck struck me because CJ and his family were not back. The only people who saw me were the maids, and of course, they didn't bother asking what was wrong with me. They pretended not to see me and it wasn't any of their business, which was fair enough.

Wincing, I placed one foot in front of the other and began ascending the staircase.Grating my teeth in pain, I exhaled when I reached the top of the stairs and finally my room. I lowered myself onto the bed, trying to think of what I could apply to stop the pain.

I was so irritated and wished I had hurt Killian before leaving the dungeon. He was irredeemable, and my animosity for him grew so much that it made my heart pound.

I heard footsteps coming towards the room about an hour later, and I watched the