Chapter 16
- Grace’s POV
- I leaned back against the velvet pillow, my fingertips brushing lightly over the gauze wrapped around my left arm. The wound wasn’t bleeding anymore, but the pain still throbbed sharply—my carefully crafted badge of honor and the perfect excuse to keep John by my side for two wholedays.
- “Miss Grace, here’s your black tea,” the maid said as she stepped in cautiously.