Chapter 30
Thoughts drifted through the murky waters of Lucien’s mind, jumbled and hazy. Horatia’s soft smiles and shivery sighs, Cedric’s haunted stare as he raised a pistol at him.
His eyes wouldn’t open and he couldn’t move.
“Lawrence, try this,” a feminine voice said.
Something sharp penetrated Lucien’s nose and shot straight to his brain. His eyes flew open and he surged upright, a pounding headache and pain in his side nearly making him cry out. Smelling salts. One never got used to them.
Lucinda and Lawrence along with Sir John all stood watching him, eyes wide and worried.
“Cedric!” he shouted. Fear for his friend exploded into him as he remembered the duel. He was alive? Where was he now? His bedroom.
“Easy, Lucien, he’s fine.” Lawrence tried to still him with a firm hand b
