Arthur
Three days. It had been three days since Arthur had last seen Almara. It had been three days since she had been locked away inside Noah Cunningham’s house. It had been three days since Arthur had decided to camp out on the edge of his property, just waiting for her to come outside.
Arthur had calmed down somewhat in those three days. He was no longer angry at Almara’s decision to run into Cunningham’s arms. She must not have thought she had anywhere else to go. Which was certainly true. Arthur would have tracked her down instantly.
He also realized he must have hurt her more than he thought was possible. She had never ignored his calls like this, had never ignored him like this. Arthur was a bit hurt himself at her lack of faith in him, but he could see it from her side as well
