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fire exits in the back. He hasn’t returned.”
“Stay here and stay put. So help me God, if something
happened to Morgan, I’m holding you personally responsible.”
“I would never let anything happen to her, Detective Maddox.
I certainly never thought a phone call would cause such trouble.” Remy ignored
Ethan’s orders and rushed inside with him.
“What happened, your psychic sense didn’t forewarn of danger?”
Ethan challenged.
“I’m open-minded, but I’m not psychic the way Morgan is.
Something was going on here and she followed her gut.”
Inside the building, the smell of a doused campfire
permeated everything. Some of Druid Creek Castle’s staff and waiters were
outside the front entrance waiting for the fire department to give the
all-clear.
Voices came from the grand staircase that led to the ground
floor. Rushing down the stairs as soon as he knew it was safe to do so, Ethan
drew up short at the sight of Alex kneeling over Morgan, who was soaking wet
and not moving.
“Alex!” Ethan shouted, rushing across the floor, ignoring
all except his woman lying there on the floor bleeding.
Blood covered her face, mixing into her beautiful hair. Her
eyes were closed.
Alex turned at the sound of Ethan’s voice. His face was pale
as a ghost. His concern was as frightening as Morgan’s silence. “Get your ass
over here and work your magic on her, Ethan, now!”
Sinking to the floor, Ethan gently touched Morgan’s face to
swipe her wet hair back. She had a nasty gash on her forehead. Water made the
trickle of blood worse.
“Morgan, sweetie, I’m here. I’m here,” he whispered
soothingly.
He wasn’t a medic, but he knew better than to move her until
the EMTs got there. That didn’t stop him from continuing to wipe the blood from
her face.
“Get me a towel and something warm and dry. She’s soaked,”
he ordered, not sure if he spoke to Alex or Remy, who’d knelt beside them.
“Come on, baby. Open your eyes. I’m here. See?”
A soft, pained moan came from her lips as she came around.
Gingerly, she turned her face into his hand. “Ethan?”
“Yeah, open your eyes. Please.”
“Don’t want to. Hurts. Head hurts.”
“I know.” Someone brought a blanket over and handed it to
Ethan.
“Got this from the storage closet on this floor,” Alex
explained. “I also brought a washcloth.”
Grateful, Ethan covered Morgan and tucked it around her
shoulders and arms, then continued to wipe at her face with the cloth.
“I’m sorry, Ethan, so very sorry for hurting you,” she
uttered. “Everyone leaves me. If you do, it’ll kill me. Please don’t leave.”
“Shush now, honey. I’m not leaving, don’t worry about that.”
“Sir, if you’d scoot back, I can take a look at her.” An EMT
had arrived, moving in to assist.
“Not going anywhere, sorry.” Ethan refused to budge. Morgan
didn’t open her eyes. “She suffers from migraines. She called and said her head
was hurting.”
The EMT set to work, his attention on Morgan. He was
extremely gentle when he checked her eyes and the nasty gash on her forehead
just above her widow’s peak.
Even the quickest flash of light in her eyes caused Morgan
to cry out. Ethan steadied her by leaning in and squeezing her hand. “Let him
check you, honey. He’s not trying to hurt you.”
She settled at the sound of his voice and closeness. Ethan
wanted to cover her with his warmth. Despite the blanket, she was chilled to
the bone.
“Can anyone tell me what happened?” the EMT asked as he
proceeded to take her vitals and placed an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth
on the chance she’d had smoke inhalation.
“Not sure,” Alex answered very softly. “I came downstairs
when the fire alarms went off and saw water trickling out of the bathroom.
Sprinkler had gone off so I figured the fire must have been confined in there.
I found her on the floor in the ladies room. There was blood on the sink, smoke
everywhere but no
“Stay here and stay put. So help me God, if something
happened to Morgan, I’m holding you personally responsible.”
“I would never let anything happen to her, Detective Maddox.
I certainly never thought a phone call would cause such trouble.” Remy ignored
Ethan’s orders and rushed inside with him.
“What happened, your psychic sense didn’t forewarn of danger?”
Ethan challenged.
“I’m open-minded, but I’m not psychic the way Morgan is.
Something was going on here and she followed her gut.”
Inside the building, the smell of a doused campfire
permeated everything. Some of Druid Creek Castle’s staff and waiters were
outside the front entrance waiting for the fire department to give the
all-clear.
Voices came from the grand staircase that led to the ground
floor. Rushing down the stairs as soon as he knew it was safe to do so, Ethan
drew up short at the sight of Alex kneeling over Morgan, who was soaking wet
and not moving.
“Alex!” Ethan shouted, rushing across the floor, ignoring
all except his woman lying there on the floor bleeding.
Blood covered her face, mixing into her beautiful hair. Her
eyes were closed.
Alex turned at the sound of Ethan’s voice. His face was pale
as a ghost. His concern was as frightening as Morgan’s silence. “Get your ass
over here and work your magic on her, Ethan, now!”
Sinking to the floor, Ethan gently touched Morgan’s face to
swipe her wet hair back. She had a nasty gash on her forehead. Water made the
trickle of blood worse.
“Morgan, sweetie, I’m here. I’m here,” he whispered
soothingly.
He wasn’t a medic, but he knew better than to move her until
the EMTs got there. That didn’t stop him from continuing to wipe the blood from
her face.
“Get me a towel and something warm and dry. She’s soaked,”
he ordered, not sure if he spoke to Alex or Remy, who’d knelt beside them.
“Come on, baby. Open your eyes. I’m here. See?”
A soft, pained moan came from her lips as she came around.
Gingerly, she turned her face into his hand. “Ethan?”
“Yeah, open your eyes. Please.”
“Don’t want to. Hurts. Head hurts.”
“I know.” Someone brought a blanket over and handed it to
Ethan.
“Got this from the storage closet on this floor,” Alex
explained. “I also brought a washcloth.”
Grateful, Ethan covered Morgan and tucked it around her
shoulders and arms, then continued to wipe at her face with the cloth.
“I’m sorry, Ethan, so very sorry for hurting you,” she
uttered. “Everyone leaves me. If you do, it’ll kill me. Please don’t leave.”
“Shush now, honey. I’m not leaving, don’t worry about that.”
“Sir, if you’d scoot back, I can take a look at her.” An EMT
had arrived, moving in to assist.
“Not going anywhere, sorry.” Ethan refused to budge. Morgan
didn’t open her eyes. “She suffers from migraines. She called and said her head
was hurting.”
The EMT set to work, his attention on Morgan. He was
extremely gentle when he checked her eyes and the nasty gash on her forehead
just above her widow’s peak.
Even the quickest flash of light in her eyes caused Morgan
to cry out. Ethan steadied her by leaning in and squeezing her hand. “Let him
check you, honey. He’s not trying to hurt you.”
She settled at the sound of his voice and closeness. Ethan
wanted to cover her with his warmth. Despite the blanket, she was chilled to
the bone.
“Can anyone tell me what happened?” the EMT asked as he
proceeded to take her vitals and placed an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth
on the chance she’d had smoke inhalation.
“Not sure,” Alex answered very softly. “I came downstairs
when the fire alarms went off and saw water trickling out of the bathroom.
Sprinkler had gone off so I figured the fire must have been confined in there.
I found her on the floor in the ladies room. There was blood on the sink, smoke
everywhere but no
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