Chapter 315 Not An Apology

Bridget’s doe-eyed look, while so similar to Elva’s, was not nearly as convincing. Perhaps Bridget’s charms worked on those who were already fond of her, or on unsuspecting men who found her attractive, but I was neither of those. When I looked at Bridget now, all I could see was the memory of her standing over me in the pit. She’d had the means to save me, but she’d left me there instead. I could have died. And now she wanted forgiveness?