#Chapter 151 - Father Knows Best
Rachel POV
I thought Lindy was dead when Art appeared before me holding her limp body in his arms.
Blood dripped from her hair onto the marble floor and she was completely silent as he lay her on the loveseat beside my sofa.
"Is she dead?" I asked, the words bursting out of me as if I were breathing fire, "What happened? Why is there so much blood?"
Art shook his head at me, leaving the room to stalk towards the kitchen. He was clearly on a mission; I stared at Lindy long enough to make sure her chest was rising and falling with the movement of breath.
She was alive!
"Lindy?" I asked, leaning over the edge of the sofa to try to touch her leg where it was extended in my direction, "Lindy, can you hear me? Is she injured, Art?"
Art carried a wet cloth in his hand and a mixing bowl filled with water. He didn't answer me, instead sliding his hand under Lindy's neck to support her head before dropping it into the bowl of water.