Chapter 69

Ford, aware of her growing discomfort, quickly washed the rest of her body, covering her with soap, scrubbing her skin, as if he was trying to remove more than dirt and sweat. She wished he could wash away the dirty memories of leering eyes, but only time could take care of that filth

“Okay,” he said, offering his hand, “let me help you up.”

Ford pulled her to her feet, reaching for the nearby towel with his other hand. He wrapped it around her shoulders before lifting her and carrying her to the bed. He laid her above the blankets, whispering soft assurances. He reached for yet another bottle, but she could tell this wasn’t soap or perfume.

“It’s a balm. For your bruises,” he explained. “They say it’ll help you heal.”

Eliza nodded, happy to accept anything that would make the disgusting mark on her neck fade into oblivion. She wouldn’t even be able to look at herself in the mirror without getting sick until it was gone.