Searching the Blackwood forest together ended up with a shooter in the shadows to strike, a large piece of bark being lodged near your chest. Both of you end up in a cottage in the woods.

Now you stand in front of the sink, head lowered to the running faucet but you can't move your hands that grip the counter, rag in one. Until a hand grabs it from you, running it under the water.

"I've got you, heiress." Jameson murmurs, turning you around so he can clean up the dirt and blood from you.