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had my servant set a fire in a small bed chamber we found down the
west hall. It looked unoccupied, and I didn't want to waste time
trying to discover the lady's proper bed chamber." Adam looked
blankly at this as he followed the man. Doctor Latham added, "No
one seemed about when we took the liberties."
Adam knew no one would be about. His elderly
step uncle and his one indoor servant, Spindle, would be
well-bedded and snoring. The cook and her husband, the outdoor man,
lived in a cottage set at the very back of the large property. That
left Fanton, who'd hired the carriage and footman for the evening,
otherwise they'd not had one. Beth would have used Lady Ariel's if
Fanton hadn't interfered.
If I get my hands on Fanton , Adam
thought, just as Doctor Latham opened the door to the small
bedchamber alight with a warm fire. A middle-aged woman in a dark,
serviceable dress with a long white apron stood beside the bed. She
had its comforter and blankets folded back and waiting. Adam felt
his knees wobble with relief at finding better-qualified people to
help his sister.
"Come, lay her down, Lord Winslow," Doctor
Latham said.
As Adam laid Beth down, she made a
whimpering sound and he nearly did fall to his knees with relief.
Her unconsciousness had scared him. "Beth," he murmured brushing
his lips to her temple.
"If you don't mind waiting outside, my
lord," Doctor Latham said.
"Of course." Adam straightened, scraping a
hand through his hair. "Please keep me advised." As he turned to
leave, he saw the doctor's medical tools lying on a side table with
a porcelain bowl of steaming water, and he appreciated the fact
that they seemed to be proficient.
Once the door clicked shut behind Lord
Winslow, Trinity stepped out of the shadows from the corner of the
room. The scant shadows in the corner wouldn't have been enough for
a normal man to go undetected in.
"You'll not want to stay. There's fresh
blood," Doctor Latham advised him without turning from his task of
unwrapping the cloak from around Lady Beth Winslow.
"I can withstand my baser inclinations,"
Trinity muttered, and Doctor Latham glanced at him with one raised
eyebrow. "With her," Trinity finished lowly.
If he'd not gotten a fair look at Lady Beth
before, he did now. She had black hair so dark it appeared as
flowing ink against her ivory flesh. Her face was riveting to him
with a slender nose, pretty lips, and a cup-shaped chin. Even the
intensity of his interest to look at her face was certainly
overcome by the tug of his brazen gaze to her large bare breasts
and the thatch of ebony hair between her pale shapely thighs. She
had on what he could only imagine women called a half-corset with
black lace and ruffles setting off her firm breasts and framing her
soft sex.
Doctor Latham and his matronly helper lifted
the lady onto her side and he saw the ragged claw mark slashed
across her back. Blood oozed from the wound and his body tensed
further than it had at the sight of her naked body by firelight,
until he assured himself he was stronger than the urge for
her blood. His tongue scoured over one of his fangs as he wondered
if he was stronger than the lust that cackled at him while looking
at her.
"It's deep enough for stitches," Doctor
Latham said. "Yet I'd not want to give her laudanum for the pain as
I believe she's in shock."
Trinity's gaze rose in agitation. He
didn't want her hurt. He stepped back a pace. He was staggered
by the blast of emotions. Bloody hell, where had it come from? More
shockingly, Lady Beth whimpered the intimacy of his first name. His
gaze spun to her red lips as if he could see her still forming his
name in her delirium.
"Is she awake?" he asked with a harsh growl
in his voice.
Doctor Latham lifted a needle to the
candlelight with thicker thread looped through it. "No, but she
will be as soon as we set the first stitch."
"I will hold her." Trinity wondered at his
eagerness and his sanity.
Doctor Latham straightened, giving
had my servant set a fire in a small bed chamber we found down the
west hall. It looked unoccupied, and I didn't want to waste time
trying to discover the lady's proper bed chamber." Adam looked
blankly at this as he followed the man. Doctor Latham added, "No
one seemed about when we took the liberties."
Adam knew no one would be about. His elderly
step uncle and his one indoor servant, Spindle, would be
well-bedded and snoring. The cook and her husband, the outdoor man,
lived in a cottage set at the very back of the large property. That
left Fanton, who'd hired the carriage and footman for the evening,
otherwise they'd not had one. Beth would have used Lady Ariel's if
Fanton hadn't interfered.
If I get my hands on Fanton , Adam
thought, just as Doctor Latham opened the door to the small
bedchamber alight with a warm fire. A middle-aged woman in a dark,
serviceable dress with a long white apron stood beside the bed. She
had its comforter and blankets folded back and waiting. Adam felt
his knees wobble with relief at finding better-qualified people to
help his sister.
"Come, lay her down, Lord Winslow," Doctor
Latham said.
As Adam laid Beth down, she made a
whimpering sound and he nearly did fall to his knees with relief.
Her unconsciousness had scared him. "Beth," he murmured brushing
his lips to her temple.
"If you don't mind waiting outside, my
lord," Doctor Latham said.
"Of course." Adam straightened, scraping a
hand through his hair. "Please keep me advised." As he turned to
leave, he saw the doctor's medical tools lying on a side table with
a porcelain bowl of steaming water, and he appreciated the fact
that they seemed to be proficient.
Once the door clicked shut behind Lord
Winslow, Trinity stepped out of the shadows from the corner of the
room. The scant shadows in the corner wouldn't have been enough for
a normal man to go undetected in.
"You'll not want to stay. There's fresh
blood," Doctor Latham advised him without turning from his task of
unwrapping the cloak from around Lady Beth Winslow.
"I can withstand my baser inclinations,"
Trinity muttered, and Doctor Latham glanced at him with one raised
eyebrow. "With her," Trinity finished lowly.
If he'd not gotten a fair look at Lady Beth
before, he did now. She had black hair so dark it appeared as
flowing ink against her ivory flesh. Her face was riveting to him
with a slender nose, pretty lips, and a cup-shaped chin. Even the
intensity of his interest to look at her face was certainly
overcome by the tug of his brazen gaze to her large bare breasts
and the thatch of ebony hair between her pale shapely thighs. She
had on what he could only imagine women called a half-corset with
black lace and ruffles setting off her firm breasts and framing her
soft sex.
Doctor Latham and his matronly helper lifted
the lady onto her side and he saw the ragged claw mark slashed
across her back. Blood oozed from the wound and his body tensed
further than it had at the sight of her naked body by firelight,
until he assured himself he was stronger than the urge for
her blood. His tongue scoured over one of his fangs as he wondered
if he was stronger than the lust that cackled at him while looking
at her.
"It's deep enough for stitches," Doctor
Latham said. "Yet I'd not want to give her laudanum for the pain as
I believe she's in shock."
Trinity's gaze rose in agitation. He
didn't want her hurt. He stepped back a pace. He was staggered
by the blast of emotions. Bloody hell, where had it come from? More
shockingly, Lady Beth whimpered the intimacy of his first name. His
gaze spun to her red lips as if he could see her still forming his
name in her delirium.
"Is she awake?" he asked with a harsh growl
in his voice.
Doctor Latham lifted a needle to the
candlelight with thicker thread looped through it. "No, but she
will be as soon as we set the first stitch."
"I will hold her." Trinity wondered at his
eagerness and his sanity.
Doctor Latham straightened, giving
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