“The shock of bearing the brunt of weight against her back scared her. She managed to wedge her shoulder in the center of his chest and pivot a bit to her left. Eyes wide in undisguised shock and pain greeted her probing gaze. “My God, Aeden, please tell me what’s wrong,” she pleaded frantic. “B … back.” She blanched at the size of the dagger lodged in-between his shoulder blades. Bright red ribbons of blood flowed down his bare back to soak the plaid at his waist and beyond. A geyse...r of fear erupted in her. She tamped down on the impulse to scream and tried to align her thoughts, his life depended on her. A sudden calm clarity washed over her. “Aeden, if you’re able, hold on to my waist.” She prayed to God he stayed on, made a grab for the reins dangling from his nerveless fingers and plunged into the brush. Guided by instinct, she urged the horse down a steep slope scattering rocks and pebbles into a deep ravine off to one side.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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