Chapter 24
Esme woke to the sight of royal-blue eyes staring into hers. An image of blood-specked snow flashed before her. She gave an involuntary shudder.
‘You’re safe, Esme,’ Augustine said in a soothing voice. ‘You’re in my clinic. Your friends brought you here and stayed while I treated your wounds. They wouldn’t leave until I told them a dozen times you’d be all right.’
She glanced at her injured shoulder, wincing. It was swathed in bandages. ‘The tree—it cut me back—’
‘I know. Daniel and Lillian explained everything while I stitched you up. They did the right thing, stopping the bleeding before you got here. If they hadn’t …’
He didn’t finish. Instead, he fetched her a glass of water and helped her off his treatment table into a chair.
‘How bad is it?’ asked Esme. ‘Can I see?’
