59 NEW HOME AT JOURNEY’S END - PART 4

While Sterling sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers cradling a damp cloth. He grimaced at the sight of the dried blood that stained Faye's face. With a delicate touch, he began to clean her wounds, feeling the rough texture of the dried blood against the rag. 

The smell of antiseptic powder filled the basin, and he winced as he noticed the deep gash on the side of Faye's head. He couldn't help but feel relieved that her hair would hide the wound. At least no one would ever see the ugly scar.

The Duke was outraged. Someone had damaged his beautiful butterfly. He was determined to make them pay for their actions. He would take care of his frail wife first, and then swiftly administer their punishment.