His Guilt

Arthur’s Pov:-

“He will come for me,” She whispered while falling unconscious in my arms,

“Davina!” I tried to wake her up but she wasn’t,

“God!” I groaned and lifted her up in my arms and made my way towards the mansion.

I rushed to her room and laid her down on the bed, I ran my fingers through my hair in anxiety while dialling Miss. Kavana’s Number. The state Davina was in looked horrible, she had blood coming out of her knee and she has wounds on her hands as well. Her fingernails had mud in them and her dress was covered in dust and mud.

As She answered the call, I asked her to come over and told her about Davina.

“I’ll be there, Mr. Spencer,” She replied and hung up the call.

I turned back and walked towards her, “Davina?” I called again but there was no response, I sat on the edge of the bed beside her and stared at her beautiful face. My hand automatically moved to her face and pushed the strands of her hair back.

Whatever happened between us earlier flashed in front o