“I can walk.”
Marcus planted his good foot and stood before Evelyn could answer.
Pain tore through his lower leg hard enough to blur the trees.
He locked his knee.
Snow had soaked the leather at his knee. Blood kept spreading above the boot.
The leg held.
Barely.
Evelyn stepped in front of him. “Sit.”
“It isn’t broken.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know what a broken leg feels like.”
Lucian looked toward the slope. “Should we applaud before he falls again?”
Marcus kept his attention on Evelyn.
Snow clung to her braid and coat. She held the injured hand close to her body. The other had already opened the medical kit.
“Sit,” she said again.
Marcus obeyed.
He lowered himself onto a flat stone.
Evelyn knelt and reached for his boot.
His hand moved before thought.
He caught her
