Chapter 10
“Oh.” The color that had risen in her cheeks suddenly disappeared.
Alistair straightened and fished his handkerchief out to wipe off his b****y hand. It couldn’t be a life-threatening wound since she was still standing there, seemingly debating if she should smack him for taking such liberty with her person. Seeing how pale she’d gone, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders.
“Fancy that.” Her voice was a breathy wisp.
He was prepared for her to faint, or to shriek, or any number of reactions when one has been shot. He was not prepared for her matter of fact, “Well, I hope a hackney comes along soon.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
She huffed out a breath. “What would you have me say?”
He blinked. “Are you in pain?”
“Considerably more so than I was, now that you’ve so hel
