Page 89 of Avenging the Earl's Lady
Russell glanced over at her.“Press a clean cloth to that wound,” he told the maid.“Now, you, my lord, have a puncture wound here.”He pressed an ear to Shaldon’s chest.“No wheezing in the lungs.And there are a few cuts we’ll tend to directly.”He waved at MacEwen.“Find his coats.”He went to Jane’s side and began to examine her.
Jane watched Shaldon,his torn shirt hanging open, deal with the guard captain and the magistrate who had appeared, barely hearing the conversation.The Duque had finally stopped squawking.In the crush and commotion she couldn’t see the man.
Would he die of that wound?She hadn’t meant to shoot him.It had been accidental, a mere reaction to his blow.
She’d never have believed it possible that a gentleman would strike a lady like that.
At least Quentin had got away, and they were all, at least for now, alive.
They werealive.
When the surgeon finished with her, Jenny draped a blanket over her and helped her up.MacEwen joined them and escorted her to the carriage.
“What of Lord Shaldon?”she asked.
“His lordship will be right along,” MacEwen said.
The shooting was her crime, not his.“I should go and join him—”
“My lady,” MacEwen said, “he’s spinning a tale to the magistrate about how a Spanish duke happened to be shot during their sword practice.Best let him handle it.He’ll join you directly.”
“He’s right, Lady Jane,” Jenny said, glaring at MacEwen, “this time.”
