Age of Faith
Chapter 56
Anger struck Beatrix's chest, and her next words glided freely as if she was quick to speak. "Your brother must have!" D'Arci took a sharp breath, then offered a hand to his throat. "You're a show, a show, and I'm gonna watch you die for it." Although convinced he intended to strangle her, his fingers did not tighten alone, his own fear refused to reject him. Did he play with her?
The first torture, then death? He glanced at the cup. As long as he doesn't, he can achieve it. As long as he had absorbed as much as his breath said, he could be taken from it. He tucked his hand further into his neck. "When you stand in front of the sheriff"—He won't die tonight? —"I'll enjoy your fear." He swallowed hard on his palm and grabbed it. "No, you won't do it" he said and swept the trophy into hand. As he jerked his chin, he slammed the ship into his temple. For a moment gasping for breath, he was silent, and then he collapsed on it. Gazing above his head and drops of blood flowing on his eyebrows, he trembled remembering her who also fell on it.
Did he kill Michael D'Arci? No, he sighed, but that didn't mean he didn't hurt her too much. He, better than most, knew what could happen from a blow to the head. Due to her return to consciousness in the abyss when she saw the red on her gloved fingers, she started to tremble. That day, his young life almost ended as it could have without actually dying.
He closed his eyes, but when he opened them, the red color remained. This time it's bleeding from Michael D'Arci. Knowing he would regain consciousness soon, he wriggled out from underneath and sifted beside the bed. Now how can he report himself? Think over. Think hard, Beatrice. Her head. Then pray fervently, for you cannot do this without help.
Even though he knew he was taking a lot of risks, he put it off to call on God. And when he said, “Amin,” he knew what to do. Because the only cover was the camisole that the chambermaid had given him on the day he was built at Broehne Castle, and the baron had taken his bloodstained gown and coat as evidence, he said, he had to wear it to Michael D'Arci. He tucked his hands under him and released the brooch that clamped the red coat on his throat.unluckily, the lining was black, which allowed him to fuse with the night.
She flipped the inside of the clothes and her over her shoulder. As he wore it with a brooch, he saw a dagger and a wallet on the D'Arci belt. Begging God for forgiveness, he took both of them and took his psalm. Not getting to the door, he realized that he was lacking in footwear, but there was nothing because D'Arci's big boots would only hold him back. He opened the door and peered into the dimly lit corridor. Unlike the first sennight since his resurrection, no guard was present.
Which road? He looked through the shadows and, clutching his psalm in an attempt to release the fingers of fear, decision. The only important way is to get away from Broehne clutching her psalm in an attempt to let go of the fingers of fear, making a decision. The only important way is to get away from Broehne clutching her psalm in an attempt to let go of the fingers of fear, making a decision. The only way that matters is to stay away from Broehne not so far as she can't keep her family that will definitely come for her.
It was a good plan, as Lavonne and D'Arci would not expect him to remain in the barons of Abingdale.
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