Chapter 122

In her dream, when Philip whipped her in the family hall, he hadn't held back. The pain was unbearable, sharp enough that she thought she might die.

She thought of her father, her mother, and of Arthur. It felt like she was begging him again—not to leave her behind.

He seemed to be saying something, explaining something, but before she could hear it clearly, the shrill ring of her phone dragged he