6
"Lucia, are you alright?" a familiar voice asked.
I groaned and lifted my hand to my head. "Jonathan?" I asked, my voice croaky and weak.
"It's me. Just take it easy." He slipped an arm behind my back and scooped me up. He laid me down on my cot and pulled the blankets up to my chin. My hands grazed against the thin fabric of my shift. Where had my dress gone?
"What happened?" I asked. In those words, I realised it wasn't my throat that was a problem, but my lungs.
"We're not sure. Your maid screamed and when I got in here, you were barely breathing. It wasn't until I cut your corset off that you started again."
"My corset?" My brow knitted together as I stared up at him.
Genuine concern marred his face. He really did care if I was well or not. Perhaps we'd gotten off to a rocky s
