When we reached the bottom Kitty sank to the ground, the horror only now catching up with her. I found Forster’s body amidst the rubble – a terrible, mangled, bloody sight. This was the death I had been prepared to accept for myself, only a few minutes before – the death Forster had planned for Kitty. This could have been her body lying broken on the ground. But we were breathing and he was not – and in that moment I felt blessed by the privilege of life.I helped Kitty to her feet. She had a bump on the side of her head, and was grazed and bruised. The wound to her ear looked the most savage – the blood had poured down her neck and stained her gown. The cut would mend, but it would leave a scar, and it made me sick to think that Forster had left his mark upon her.I found my sword and slotted it in my belt, tucked my dagger into my coat. My pistols were broken. I kicked them into a corner.Fountains Hall was only a short walk away, but Kitty looked as though she might fold in upon herself.
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