Lily rushed into the dim room, her heart pounding. The scratch on her arm burned with every step. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it, trying to steady her breathing.
Without thinking, she reached for the hem of her dress and tore off a strip. Her hands trembled as she wrapped it tightly around the wound. It wasn’t deep, but it was raw and stung badly.
She didn’t hear Martha until the door creaked open.
“Lily?” Martha’s voice was filled with worry as she stepped inside. Her eyes landed on the blood-stained fabric. “What happened?”
Lily flinched and turned away, trying to hide the injury.
“You’re hurt!” Martha exclaimed, walking closer, “Tell me who did this.”
Lily shook her head and brushed past her toward the mattress in the corner. She knew she couldn’t tell Martha about her encounter with Zayne. How would she even explain it?
“Let me see it,” Martha pleaded.
She didn’t move.
“Now, Lily!”
