Chapter 17

Lucien's POV: I carried her straight into my chambers, and laid her on the big sofa. She was still unconscious reeking of filth. I stared at her face scornfully like I was going to stab her if I'm given the opportunity to. "Why did I even bring you to my chambers? Shouldn't I have just left this stupid slave to die in the hands of Emery? Why do I care whether she lives or not?" I continued questioning myself, but got no answers. I was also reeking of filth after carrying her on my back, and I couldn't take the stench. Furthermore, I walked straight to the bathroom for a shower. When I got out of the bathroom, I saw Lady Delia in the room with the herbs she went to get. I was putting on a black robe, so I sat on the rocky chair at the other side of the room. "She looks so pale. I pray she'll be able to survive this, and her feet are bruised from the fire. I'll try as much as I can to treat the burns so that she won't be scarred" Lady Delia continued talking. "I never asked for the detai