“I cannot fathom how such a savage spectacle can be deemed a gentleman’s sport. You must have been quite shocked,” said Stella.
“Yes, a little,” Chloe replied. Stella had assumed she was unsettled from witnessing the brutal fight, not knowing that the reason lay elsewhere.
“The missionary left immediately after you. After his display in the ring, one might question if he is a man of God or a prizefighter.”
The look of anguish on Chloe’s face grew, her heart twisting at the thought that she had been the reason why Gilles had taken up the fight.
“I shall retire to my room now, Lady Stella.”
“Yes, it would be wise to save your strength if you intend to venture out this evening.”
Chloe bit her lip, the image of Gilles and Damien trading blows seared into her mind.
