As he made his way back to his room, Jonathan grimaced. The discomfort in his back had gotten worse, and he was sweating profusely. As he paused to gather his breath, Jonathan swore. He realized that Lord Jared had to have added something to the whip because of the pain he was experiencing.
‘Did he really want to hurt me this much just because that damn doctor had a temper tantrum?’?He thought. The pain in his back answered the question for him. Before leaving Cecilia with Lady Gale, Jonathon ought to have fed from her. Ironically, her blood almost sent him into a frenzy while also dulling the ache in his back.
From behind him, he heard a recognizable voice ask, "Jonathon?" Jonathon cocked his head slightly to look at Beatrice. He sighed in annoyance. It had to be Beatrice out of everyone who could have found him. "Beatrice, I'm not in the mood for your mess right now.”
"Shut up, Jonathon," Beatrice snapped as she rushed to him. "Lean on me."