Todos os capítulos de Replacing my Ex: The Matriarch’s Revenge: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 66

Chapter 62POV: ArthurBy sunrise, the riverbank looked like a very strange village. Women shared bread in the reeds, and old men sat in rows with blankets over their shoulders. Children ran in circles around the carts that Maren had taken from the stables of Ash Hollow. Nobody wore chains anymore, and I kept looking at them to be sure it was real."Three hundred and twelve," Elena said. She sat on an upside-down bucket and drew little marks in the mud with a stick. "I counted twice. Nobody is missing.""Count a third time," I said."I will not. The first time I was careful, the second time I was scared, and a third time would just be showing off."Behind her, Mina sat beside Vance's blanket with a bowl of soup in her lap. She held the spoon in front of his face like a knight holding a sword."Open," she said."I am a grown man," Vance said weakly."You are a grown man with a broken leg. Open."He opened. Mina nodded, very pleased, and dipped the spoon again. I laughed so hard that El

Chapter 64The Toll House at Crow FordPOV: ArthurWe found the first body before the last light was gone.It lay half in the reeds, an Iron Guard on his back with his helmet knocked off and his eyes open. Draven knelt beside him and turned his head gently, the way a person checks on a sleeping child. Then he stood up and walked to the next one, and the next. There were eleven in all, scattered along the bank like dropped toys."They were killed from behind," Draven said. "Every one of them. Not in a fight.""Who would attack the King's own escort from behind?" Elena asked."Somebody who was standing in the escort." Draven pulled open the cloak of the nearest guard. Underneath his coat, sewn on the lining, was a tiny red hand made of thread. He found the same badge on six of the eleven. "Brask's men. They rode with the King all the way from Ash Hollow, and they waited until the ford.""And the other guards?""Dead, or gone." Draven's voice dropped. "Two hundred men, Arthur. I chose ev

Chapter 66POV: Arthur"Hold still," said the old woman. "If you wriggle, I will tie you to the bed.""I am not wriggling," Elena said. "The bed is wriggling.""The bed is a bed. You have a fever."We had drifted for two hours before Corvin steered the ferry into a quiet bend, where a small cottage sat among the willows with one lantern burning at its door. The woman who opened it was tiny and bent, with white hair in a braid down to her knees and sleeves rolled to her elbows. She took one look at Elena, swore in a language I did not know, and pointed at a bed.Her name was Nan Orla, and she had been the river healer for fifty years. She did not ask a single question. She only said, "Everyone out except the boy," and rolled up her sleeves even higher."Why the boy?" Draven asked."Because she keeps saying his name," said Nan Orla.So I stayed. I sat beside the bed and held a bowl of hot water, and I watched the old woman's quick brown hands. She cut the arrow shaft, packed the wound w