Nikolas carried Brielle into the house, he was restless but tried not to show it.

He laid her on the bed gently and watched Amelia clean her bruises, he stopped her when she was about to clean her face.

“I’ll do it” He muttered and she handed the wet cloth to him.

He dipped it into the hot water and squeezed it tightly before pressing it on her face gently.

He cleaned her face meticulously, his fingers gently brushing her face, his heart hurt when he saw the prints.

He cursed himself for not arriving early enough, he blamed himself for what had happened.

If he hadn’t been carried away...