![]() Shredded with panic, Diccan gathered in her poor, flailing limbs as if he could hold her together. “Hold her,” the doctor demanded, for he’d never left. ![]() ![]() And then, suddenly, deep in the early morning hours, her body stiffened, arced, shuddered, right there in his arms. She’d never really woken, even as she lost every ounce of fluid they tried to force into her. He had already had her in his arms when it began. Even as, deep in the night, she began to seize. He never left, even as they purged her and bled her, even as she cried out with vicious cramps. So sick that by the next morning Diccan despaired for her life. Right now I need to contact her staff at Longbridge.” Giving his sleeping wife a smile, he kissed her and murmured, “We’ll see what this crowd thinks of your Sikh warrior.”ĭiccan did come back. How to prove to her that she hadn’t just lost everything. ![]() Before he left, though, he bent down and kissed her, wishing he knew what to do now. In the end, he carried Grace over to her bed, where the women waited like a clutch of anxious nannies. ![]()
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