Saving Lord Avingdale by Lisa Kumar

Author:Lisa Kumar
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, love, time travel, regency, autism spectrum disorder, marquis, maquess
Publisher: Lisa Kumar

Chapter 7

Jonathan’s first sensation was of murkiness. He swam through it tirelessly but never seemed to reach the elusive lights that beckoned to him. How long this went on he didn’t know. Darkness always came to claim him…until it didn’t.

A strange beeping greeted his rise to consciousness. What was that confounded noise? When he tried to open his eyes, his lids stayed stubbornly down. In fact, no part of his body wanted to obey his command. And his lips were terribly dry.

Though it took great effort, he managed to swipe his tongue across his lips. Why were they so dry and cracked? He couldn’t have slept that long. However, no recollection of retiring for bed came to him. But more worrisome was that he couldn’t recall the last few days. He remembered his kiss with Miss Terrance in the library, but after that, nothing….

His mind felt…befuddled, and the more he tried to straighten things out, the more they became tangled. Sorting out all the areas of discomfort within his body wasn’t much different. Everything seemed achy. The lethargy in his muscles spoke of a short period of disuse, but the worst pain was concentrated in his chest. Had he been ill, or had something more sinister occurred? He was too weak to lift his head to assess any injuries he may have.

His eyelids finally peeled open. Unfamiliar white walls surrounded him. A few pieces of furniture—also white—were scattered around the area. He’d never seen a room like it. Light leaked through the half-closed curtains, but he didn’t see a candle in sight for when night drew near. The ceiling seemed to be made of large white squares, with some kind of shiny reflective surface punctuating the tiles every so often.

Where was he? Some small part of him whispered he should know the answer—and it’d be one he didn’t like.

Before panic could engulf him, an unknown weight pressed against his hand, grabbing his attention. It must’ve been there before he woke up, and he’d only become cognizant of it now. Turning his head on the pillow, he caught sight of a feminine hand resting on his.

He followed the line of the woman’s arm up to her face. His heart crashed to a halt and then thudded alive again. Maryanne was asleep in a chair beside him. A small smile escaped him at the beautiful sight. He examined her closer. As quick as it came, his grin slipped.

She wore the most peculiar clothes—some kind of loose blue pantaloons paired with a short-sleeved white-and-blue flowered shirt. Another mystery. And why was she at his bedside? Not that he was complaining. No, never that, but… Though he knew he should enjoy the moment because it might never happen again, he couldn’t ignore the feeling of wrongness niggling at him.

He was in an unfamiliar bed, with Miss Terrance paying vigil over him. There could only be one reason for it—he’d been injured somehow. And the person who could offer some answers sat before him, sweet and tempting.

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