I work in a university and back to school hit me hard. I had no time to write. Thanks for keeping up with my story !

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Tavington carefully laid Olivia on the bed, but she would not take her arms from his neck. He sat down on the bed and she climbed on his lap. His arms wrapped tightly around her, occasionally caressing her hair while she cried her heart out.

The door opened several times for the maid to bring warm water and each time, Olivia jumped. Once the bath was ready, William helped her to stand up. He walked around her and carefully untied her dress, pealing each layer from her body, dropping the dirty clothes on the ground. When he slid the last chemise and she stood naked in front on him, he gasped when he saw the state of her body; the bruises on her arms and her hips, the dried blood on the inside of her tights.

She held his arm while she stepped over the high side of the bath. She slowly sat down and let the warm water relax her muscles. He walked to the other side of the room and took his coat and waistcoat off, dropping his bloody sword and pistols on the desk. He rolled the sleeves of his shirt and kneeled next to Olivia.

She had closed her eyes, but opened them in a hurry when she heard his footsteps next to her. She sighed when she realised it was only him. She could feel his love for her when his hand caressed her hair. She had been lucky he came for her. Of course, she wished he would have arrived 20 minutes earlier, but still, he ended her nightmare.

He grabbed a sponge and covered it with water, lightly scrubbing the dried blood in her face. She closed her eyes, feeling the tenderness in his gesture. With her eyes closed, he grabbed her arm and rubbed the sponge on it. He looked carefully at the bruises and wounds on her body; each one making him even angrier.

When he was done, he grabbed a towel he had previously suspended near the fireplace and wrapped it around her body. He rubbed her back before he held her in his arms. He helped her put on her nightgown and she went to bed, feeling exhausted. He kissed her forehead before he stood up and aimed for the door.

"Will? Please, don't leave me," she pleaded.

"I have to meet General Cornwallis and make this right. Wilkins and Brown are guarding the door, you will be safe," he replied.

"Can you ask Matt to come in?"

He nodded before he opened the door. Tavington was still not used of their proximity and could never help the jealousy he felt.

Matt made his way inside, rushed to Olivia's side, sitting on the bed. She grabbed his hand in her very tightly.

"Olivia, I am so sorry for what happened to you," he started.

She nodded as her eyes filled up with tears.

"I want to go home. What is this stupid century?"

"I don't know if this will be easy, but I may have found a way. You see, I introduced myself to Bailey and told him about our travel. I told him I was a professor at NYU and he could not believe me at first."

"Matt, you don't think it's dangerous? This man cannot be trusted! I am sure he was the one to tell on me," she said angrily.

"It was Elizabeth who made those false claims, not Bailey. It was to be expected; I have never met someone as jealous as she is of your husband. Like he belonged to her or something. Do you think he made her believe they could be together?"

"Are you really gossiping about Tavington right now? What's the way?"

"Bailey told me that he has a machine. A time travel machine. And that it was not his first time here. He can help us go back. There is only one thing."

"What?"

"The same people that came have to go."

"Meaning?"

"Andrew will have to be with us."

"We know where to find him. Is that all? Seems pretty easy to do," Olivia replied.

"You seem to forget something. Tavington will not let you go that easily," Matt said.

Olivia sighed. Of course she caught herself falling in love for the man; he was her savior in this hard time. She forgot a man had every right on his wife in this time.

"Okay princess, time to rest now. Try to get some sleep," Matt said as he stood up.

"No, no. Stay with me. I don't want to be alone," she begged.

"Let me say a couple of words to Wilkins outside and I'll be right up," he said as he rose to his feet and opened the door.

She could not hear what Matt whispered but saw Wilkins nodded through the opening of the door. She rested her head on the pillow, carefully wrapping the sheets around her sore body. This experience brought her so many bad memories, especially one particular party where she was drugged without her consent and woke up in a similar state. At least, she could not remember the attack; she went to the emergency room where they tested her. She even went to the police where they took her testimony; she was turned away when she could not remember anything.

She closed her eyes and tried to think of something positive, something that made her feel safe. She pictured her husband holding her in his arms, caressing her hair. Within seconds, she was sleeping soundly.