The day started off so well.
I was reading when he came to see me. I was glad to see him unscathed. I was glad to see him at all! Given what Baecere had told me concerning a sighting of a smug-looking Davick, I had been certain that my love had fallen to harm, but into my room he strode as tall and proud as ever and my heart leapt for the sight.
He stayed a while, but not long enough for my liking. That blonde-haired witch remains under his protection. Naturally, and to my continued disgust, he had to go back to looking after the treacherous little mare.
It was later in the eve that things took a turn for the worse; an understatement if there was any. A man with skin as black as night and a soul at least three shades darker, burst into my room. I tried to fend him off, but given my recent injuries and my lack of physical strength, I was unsuccessful. Too frail to fight him, too weak to run, I was helpless against his onslaught.
He choked the air from me at first, threw me from my bed to the floor. I felt his open hand strike my face more than once. His whip bit into my skin again and again causing lines of fire to run throughout my body. Somewhere during it all, the stitches in my abdomen tore apart as well.
My one saving grace, I think, was that I have faced similar punishment many times over the years, thus I was able to draw upon those experiences to make it end. Purposely slurring my speech, my vision blurred from the agony, I told him of my recent heavy bloodloss, my lack of true recovery and that I judged myself to have only a few more minutes before the re-opening of my previous wound and those that he had added would cause me to fail completely. To make it all the more convincing, when next he spoke I replied with an utterly inane question completely unrelated to anything either of us had said previously. He left then. I assume he thought I would die.
When I heard the door bang shut behind him, I turned to my belly and crawled across the room to my dresser. It hurt. It hurt so much to move, but I knew that I had to stop the bleeding if I wished to survive this night. I tried so hard to retrieve my sewing kit from the drawer, but I had not even the strength to pull it open.
How lucky I am, then, that Davick chose that moment to visit. He did not falter in saving me yet again. How many times has that man come to my rescue? How many times has he appeared from seemingly nowhere like a guardian spirit to aid me? Even now, when he believes that I could never forgive his actions, he finds me in a time of need and helps me without hesitation.
He carried me then, at my request, to the house in Pemberth and stayed a while to comfort me in my distress. How could I not forgive him his prior actions after what he did this night? I told him that I did and he seemed more at peace for it.
I remain powerless to prevent what will come between my love and my wolf, moreso now than ever, and it breaks my heart to know that these two men will again come to blows, but there is a new danger to consider in this terrible affair.
Mordevin, one of those who broke my loves mind and body so long ago, has come to reclaim that which he believes is his and he used my body to leave his message.
When next I see Drevorin, I will let him know who caused me such grief, but I shall also have some words of my own. Whilst he was away saving the woman who had rendered me helpless to run, I lay upon the tiles of my bedroom floor being whipped by his enemy. Is it worth it, I wonder? Is she worth my suffering?
