Ophelia’s POV
Even after Arthur saved me from the kidnapper followed by his unexpected forceful affection, I still couldn't shake off the fact that he wanted to kill me. I had to talk to someone about it.
Anthony and I struck up a conversation and I finally dared to bring the subject up.
"Anthony, I have to confess something to you," I said. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while.” He pointed to a nearby couch, and we sat together. "I heard you and Arthur talking about sacrificing me. As in killing me."
"You must have misheard."
"No offense but why should I believe you about any of this?" I asked, tossing my hands out.
"Arthur wouldn't hurt you."
"I'm not so sure."
Anthony sighed in resignation. "I know how private Arthur is but let me tell you a little bit about him," he said.
I slid closer to him on the couch so he could speak more quietly. "Please, go on. I'm all ears," I answered.
"When Arthur was a pup, he witnessed his father being killed."