- Because of our mother! - she fired. - Ravenna didn't approve of any of us using guns or dealing with household chores. She said that this was work for the servants and that it was not graceful, a lady carrying a gun, but she always had a small beast and a dagger in her hand.
She took a break to get the cloth.
- Aila was the only one who was allowed to go out alone, so she spent more time with our grandparents, since she lived by running away to their house. - she shook her head making a face. - I think my mother thought she might be attacked by wolves and die. Aila had an immense talent for saying what she thought and challenging Ravenna.
- Just like you? - I fired without thinking.
Annabel sighed and threw a crooked smile. She took the sheet off, and then I lifted my shirt up. I felt something cold against my skin and shrunk my stomach immediately. She started rubbing that cream on top of the wound and soon I started to feel a little numbness. She laughed at my face and kept going.
- I think I inherited some of my sister's attitudes after she left. - Annabel shrugged. - I took responsibility for protecting Aideen in her absence, so I continued the training she had started. I wanted to be prepared in case...
Annabel paused and then picked up the glass and sealed it off.
- You better get some rest! - she said getting out of bed. - I brought another bowl of soup in case you're hungry, and a jug of water. I suggest you drink it so you don't have a fever. Contrary to what you think, I'm an excellent cook.
Annabel took the basin and walked to the door.
- I promise to keep quiet from now on, since my opinions displease you. I'll be back in a moment, but if you need anything, just shout my name. I think you know what it is.
So she left the room again. I sighed with relief, for the throbbing on my forehead was already beginning to diminish. Looking at the bowl, I made a face, but I took it anyway. My stomach snored, despite the nausea that came and went. That soup couldn't be as bad as I thought. I took the spoon to my mouth to make sure it wasn't really bad. On the contrary, it was delicious. Actually, I've never eaten anything as good as that before. As I devoured that soup, I wondered how unfair it had been to Annabel. Soon the story of Aideen came to my mind and I decided to try to be a little friendly with her. After all, we would both be there indefinitely, because we didn't know when that blizzard would pass.
After eating the soup, I decided to get some sleep and closed my eyes. Soon the image of Cora populated my dreams and I felt in paradise. This time she was not alone and I could get a glimpse of an angel with long curly hair, silver color. To my amazement, the angel had the same face as Annabel and she smiled at me. I woke up when I realized that I dreamt of Annabel in an involuntary way. Taking a deep breath, I looked around and noticed that she had not yet returned and that I had slept for a short time.
- Damn it! - I whispered, went back to bed and laid my hands on my eyes. - What the hell was that?
Tired to get an explanation, I closed my eyes again and this time I fell asleep without dreams. I just hoped it would be permanent and never dream of Annabel again. Unfortunately, we are not masters of our will, and later that same night, Annabel's angelic face populated my thoughts again, but in an unconventional way.
Chapter 07
Annabel
A few days later...
- Good morning! - said Bruce as soon as he saw me enter the room.
- Good morning! - I answered dry.
Bruce was standing, looking out the window. He could already move without feeling so much pain, but I was still trying at all costs to make him rest.
- I brought you something to eat. - said by putting the tray on the table between the beds. - This will help increase your strength.
He shook his head.
- Who cooked it?
- Oh, me! - ...I answered by putting everything away on the table. - It's been a great hobby.
- I appreciate your attention, but I feel good already and I'd rather not risk it. - he answered.
I suddenly stopped what I was doing to look at him with indignation in my eyes.
- Are you refusing my food again?
- Yes, I am!
- For what reason?
- Because you're trying to poison me!
I frowned on that accusation and crossed my arms.
- I don't understand. What makes you think I'm trying to poison him? If he wanted to kill him, it would have been easier to have let him drowned in his own blood instead of helping him recover.
Bruce let out a cold laugh and approached me.
- I know that you put something in the food, because every time I eat, I feel sleepy and end up falling into a deep sleep that doesn't let me remember anything when I wake up.
- Why would I do that?
- I don't know, but you look like those girls who take advantage of us when we sleep. - he said on an
