#Chapter 119: Truce

Almara’s Pov Arthur leaves my side only to scoop Cathy up in his arms and route her to safety. Her body is limp in his secure hold, she looks no less vulnerable than Grace. I follow closely behind him, telling Cathy it’ll all be okay, though I know she can’t hear me through the chopping wind. “Put these on.” Roman offers me two pairs of thick sunglasses and I slip on one pair on Arthur’s face. Once outside, the noise becomes much louder and the wind much stronger. Some medical professional is already jogging up to house. Though he looks like a cross of a medical worker and a special agent. Without so much as a word the medical specialist takes Cathy from Arthur’s arms, I appreciate him being mindful of her head. Cathy moves like water, completely at the will of how others place her. Over the roaring wind, Arthur shouts for the man to take good care of her. He nods and runs toward the helicopter. I stare at it in amazement as Arthur wraps his arms around me. I don’t think I’ve eve