It had taken a long time for Patrick’s arms to heal and they still weren't completely better, but while he had convalesced, he had been fed with hearty and filling food and there had been no more torture and deprivation. He had to have a bedside service every day, but pretending to pray would never be as bad as the things he had suffered in the
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"Rome. Je-fu..." Patrick groaned, too afraid to swear or take the Lord's name in vain in case this was a test. He couldn't go up on that strappado again. His arms hurt just thinking about it.
"If I don't go to back to Dublin, I have no idea where to go. I can't stay here. They'll find me." The idea that he could be picked up for just having a drink was terrifying. "How did they even get to me in Dublin?!"
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They were everywhere? These creepy, hooded freaks were everywhere? "Uhm...wh-where would be safe then?"
Saul grinned wolfishly and he winked at Erin. "Ever thought of London?"
"Uhm. What's in London?" Patrick asked, feeling very tired.
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