Page 152 of Bound By Her

“He’s alive, but barely,” Seth said as Bryson ran past.

Moving up the stairs two at a time, he opened the door to her office.

Opening the drawer, Bryson pushed past the pile of paper and notes until he found a phone.

Taking the stairs three at a time, Bryson ran back to the north wing. Halfway down the hallway, he ran into Kaydon. He was holding Adria, wrapped in a blanket.

He wasn’t hurt that she had let Kaydon touch her and not him. Instead, he felt relieved that she was allowing someone to help her.

“Who do I need to call?”

Her head listed to one side.

Bryson shook her shoulder. “Adria, I need to know who to call?”

She didn’t answer.

“Mistress!” Bryson said, voice on the verge of panic.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Fell.”

Thank God.

He moved through the contacts.

The phone rang twice before the doctor’s groggy voice answered. “Doc, it’s Adria. She needs you right now.”

The line was quiet, before the doctor’s voice cracked through. “She can’t speak for herself?”

Bryson looked at the pale woman in Kaydon’s arms.

“Jonathan was here.”

It was a risk, but he needed him to come.

“I’ll be right there.”

The line went dead.

Bryson looked up at his brothers. “He’s coming.”

Kaydon sat down in one of the large armchairs and brushed some hair out of her face.

Seth was still with Eric, holding pressure on the wound.

Bryson stood with the phone still in his hand. Guilt washing over him.

This was his fault.

He watched Adria’s small form taking shallow breaths in Kaydon’s arms.

Jonathan attacking Adria was not something he expected.

They needed help.

Bryson picked up the phone and dialed the number of the only person outside of this room that he could trust.

She picked up on the first ring.

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