#Chapter 114: Who Told?

Almara’s Pov I quickly wipe the blood from my lip, but it’s too late. Arthur knows blood has been drawn. I watch as defeat makes his body crumple. He falls to knees and lets out a broken sob. Along with the sound of his shocked tears, my heart shatters. I have never seen Arthur cry and it dawns on me that perhaps this is the first time he’s cried since he was Grace’s age. I go to wrap my arms around him as I would to Grace, but without lifting his head from his hands he tells me to stop. I try not to take it personally, I know it’s because he can smell my open wound and I would only be causing him more struggle. “We’re going to fix this.” I tell him, forcing my voice to sound more courageous. Arthur lifts his head up and though his eyes are red and his nose is running, he still gives me butterflies. “I’ve taught you well.” He laughs. I dare take a step closer to him, not sure what he means. “Fake it till you make it, right?” He says, shaking his head. “I do mean it. There’s peopl