Chapter Twenty-Two
We burst through the door just in time, as Oscar collapses onto the floor of the brothel.
"I'll go get Lady Catherine," Sonia says after taking one look at me. She rushes out of the room. I hope she isn't about to report us.
I start trying to make Oscar comfortable, but fear I'm failing miserably. He's losing too much blood, and it's making it impossible to make him comfortable.
"Chloe, what happened?" Catherine asks as she rushes into the room. It's taken her less time than I expected to get here. Perhaps she was only in the other room.
"He's been stabbed." I lift the bottom of Oscar's shirt to reveal the gash there.
Catherine's nose wrinkles, but she doesn't give any other sign that she's affected by the blood. Perhaps it's an age thing. I'll ask later, if I can
