“Who did this.” Arthur demanded to know, holding your face as he examined the large gash upon your cheek. He looked like a man who was prepared to kill. Heavy breathing filled your ears.

Gently, you reached out to caress his shoulder, attempting to calm him. But it was futile.

“Who did this to you?” He grumbled once more, his brow furrowed. With a calloused thumb, he wiped the blood from your skin.