After we climbed into the carriage, Danny put his jacket on our mate, we'd left hers in the restaurant.
''Zan, sweetheart. How are you feeling?'' He asked her as she sat on the ground of the carriage in between the seat, while he laid her down.
''It hurts.'' She moaned, ''And my head feels weird.''
''I'm so sorry,'' I touched her face, ''I was with him when he ordered those drinks. I didn't even realize he'd put alcohol in yours.''
''I don't like him.''
''Neither do we, not anymore.'' Danny kissed her forehead, and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe the blood from her mouth, ''You'll never have to see him again.''
''Go!'' Kit shouted at the driver as he climbed inside, ''How is she?''
''Dizzy, I think.'' I answered as a knot formed in my stomach.
''This isn't good, she's still hea
