Wayne Bailey lay on the ground, each gasp for breath resembling a wild beast teetering on the brink of death, heavy and deep.
After a considerable time, he struggled to get up, like a hunchbacked old man, leaning against the wall as he went back to the living room.
Blood dripped from the edge of his cloth, his body covered in wounds.
Nanny Boltie was so frightened by the sight that she couldn't utter a sound...
No servant dared to touch Anna Jadwin. She lay there, drenched in blood.
Wayne Bailey stood by the bed, a heavy shadow cast over him.
"Mr. Bailey, your injury..."
"Get... out..."
His voice shook as it came up from his throat, broken and harsh.
The room was filled with frightened servants and doctors, all of them hastily retreated.
Wayne Bailey picked her up, pressing her close to him, unwittingly using such a strong force that it felt like he was going to crush her into his body.
He buried his face in her neck, his shoulders gently trembling.