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Amid wailing sirens, bright lights, and shouts, all Laetitia could feel was Tavish’s strong arms around her.
She gritted her teeth, fighting the pain raging through her, as he leaped out of the lodge to the ambulance, holding her, shouting orders to the paramedics. “Tav—”
When she coughed—an ugly rattling sound leaving the mouth of the wee woman in his arms—he promised himself he would satisfy his wrath later, but for now he would focus solely on her. In a quiet and calm tone, he soothed her. “I’m here, Laetitia. Ye’re safe.”
“It…hurts.”
I know, my Little Elf. He entered the ambulance and laid her down on the stretcher, squeezing her hand. “Ye’re going tae be fine.”
She tried to rise. “Stay.”
“I’m no’ going anywhere,” he said, pressing her back down. Stroking her cheek with his t
