FIONA'S POV:
Exhausted.
That was the way I felt in summary.
The cuts from Danish’s claws had managed to clot up at some point and the bleeding had stopped but as I struggled to get through the rest of my assigned chores, they had opened up again.
It was a wonder that I was still able to stand properly at this point.
Between having to attend to Danish’s needs and the long list of chores that Arthur had given to me, it had been a very painful day for me.
I struggled to get it all done and I had finally been able to succeed, except Arthur would be home soon and I had to serve him dinner.
But my damn wounds refused to stop bleeding.
Tears flowed down my cheeks in a steady stream, not only because of the sting I felt from my injury but also at the knowledge that Arthur would be b
