He looked up as they burst in and shook his head. The butler’s normally impassive face was creased with worry. They entered to find Floote bent over the injured man. Follow me.” Alexia led the way into the back parlor. We have done what we can, and a surgeon has been sent for. Lady Kingair pushed up next to her great-great-great-grandfather.
“Dubh appeared, found you at the train station, tried to tell you something, and was shot.” Did the runner explain what has transpired?” Their reverie was interrupted by a clatter at the door, indicating Lord Maccon had returned. They sat in silence, watching as Dubh’s breathing became fainter. Floote walked quietly off and returned moments later with tea. “Of course! Clear the room, please, gentlemen.”Īll the worried-looking clavigers and werewolves filed out. “Perhaps, madam, a little air for the invalid?” “I’m afraid not, madam, but I will send for a surgeon directly.”įloote nodded to a young claviger who jumped eagerly forward, and the butler gave him the address of a physician. “We should try to get the bullet out, madam, in case it is silver.” Where have you been? Do you know anything that could help?”
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