8: Beauty and the BeastDid all of it really happen? Is Edmund truly…dead?
Beth sat before the fireplace in her bedroom, her feet tucked beneath her and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was still trembling after all that had happened, and though she tried to breath evenly, her heartbeat wouldn’t slow even a little.
Garrett had disappeared several hours before with an unconscious Fiona in his arms and a shaken, bleary eyed Mr. Gibbs close at his side.
Beth had asked to help, wanting to be close by when Fiona woke, but both men had insisted that she too needed to rest after her ordeal, and so she had been left with no other choice but to wait anxiously in her bedroom for word of Fiona’s condition.
In an effort to keep her mind off of her worry over Fiona, she busied herself by removing the bandages from her arm and leg.
“Strange,” she murmured when the bandages fell away. Not a scratch marred her pale skin, and there were no scars. To anyone else, it would appear
The MeetingShe awoke some time later. The sun was setting, its orange hue growing darker and darker. The animals were scurrying around, getting ready for nighttime. She stood up and patted her moss green dress. Her mother would be worried sick if she got back after dark. After gathering up the flowers she had picked, she headed south.
From behind a tree he watched as she ran home. Would he ever see her again? He didn’t know. Cautiously he followed her, only making sure she got home safely. Was there something wrong with him? Never before had he been worried about someone else. He moved through the forest with ease, stealthily emitting no sound at all. He was darkness and shadow anyway. She would never suspect that she was being protected. She kept running until she came to a clearing. He stopped well away from her, hiding in the shadows. The moon was out but not fully. A small cottage stood in the clearing with light inside. She didn’t go in immediately but lingered for a little while