Chapter 262

Clara shook her head without thinking. "It doesn't hurt."

It was only a scrape, barely skin deep. Even when she had cleaned and dressed it, she had felt nothing. Now it was scabbed over. As long as no one gripped her the way he just had, it wouldn't hurt at all.

The moment she shook her head, Arthur was hit by a memory of Clara as a child.

She had never tolerated pain. At the first sign of fever,