Chapter Seventy-Four
Jasper Jefferies
The thing about having been injured in the line of duty is it doesn’t scare you the way that it should. I was a member of the royal guard. I’d been held hostage. And I’d been shot. All for the crown. If I were a smart man instead of a crazy son of a b***h, I would have run in the opposite direction.
Instead, being forced on bedrest by Cadoc (and my doctors) only made me want to get back to work more. It didn’t help that I was cooped up at home, with my Mum fussing over everything.
“Honestly, get back in bed,” my Mother ordered me.
I’d forced myself to hobble downstairs. We lived in an apartment in the guards training facility. Not far from the castle. Typically, I stayed with Cadoc in the palace.
