“She came awfully close.”
“In truth, I cannot imagine what she wanted. What she expected.”
Marcus went to stand. “How about we find out.”
“Wait…” She pulled gently on his hand to keep him sitting. “We cannot go accusing her, Marcus. Not without proof.”
“Proof? The proof will be when I force her to admit what she did.”
She smiled at him. “I will speak to her. Alone…” She looked pointedly at Marcus so he would not argue. “I do not believe she did this on her own, and if I press her gently, perhaps I can learn her true intention.”
“That is too dangerous,” he said. “I will not allow –”
“Excuse me?”
He grimaced. “I just meant…”
“Let me speak with her,” Lucy said again. “Let me find out the truth, for I am sure there is more to it than we can guess. Once I do, maybe then you can take your revenge.” She laughed.
“Not now,” he said. “You are still weak. You need time to recover.”
“And I will,” she assured him. “Only once I am healed, will I go to her. I promise.”
Marcus did not look happy about it, but he did not argue. He was clearly worried about fighting her, causing an argument. His desire to stay on her good side would ensure that he let Lucy do as only she could.
Amelia… what have you done? I refuse to believe you wished me dead, but then why? What was this for?
As tired as Lucy was, as physically broken, her heart ached as she thought about what was to come and what it meant. For so long, she had wanted a relationship with Amelia, believing that such a thing might one day be possible. Now, as sad as it was to admit, that would never be.
Her stepsister had done this, she would have to pay a consequence, and it was sure to burn the final bridge between herself and her family.
