Chapter 9 Oh, Shit!
- Natalie woke up earlier than usual. It was still dark. She got out of bed and winced at the pain in her thighs. The whip wound remained bruised despite Cora’s compresses and ointments.
- Her brow furrowed, but then she took a deep breath. She was more relaxed, and her mind was clearer after a few hours of sleep.
- “I’ve had worse than this. Two lashes are nothing,” she muttered without emotion.