The Secret Chord: The Virtuosic Spy - Book 2 by Guare Kathryn

Author:Guare, Kathryn [Guare, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kiltumper Close Press
Published: 2014-01-21T00:00:00+00:00

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IN THE FEW MOMENTS BEFORE HELP ARRIVED, KATE managed to remove the knotted cloth from her hands with her teeth, frantic to have them free to deal with Conor. As if the past twenty minutes hadn't been terrifying enough, his raving anguish frightened her almost as much. She tried to settle him down, but couldn't make him understand her. When they appeared, even the hotel's security staff could do nothing with him. He tried to rise, and even as his legs buckled and he crumpled back to the ground, he continued to struggle, twisting away from them. One of the men finally pinned him against a bridge post and Kate dropped down in front of him, taking his blazing hot face into her hands.

"Conor, please. For the love of God, sit still and listen to me. Can you hear me? Do you understand?"

He grew quieter, but Conor's delirium and grief continued spilling from him with every irregular gasp.

"Why won't it stop? He shouldn't have been there. I told him to go and he keeps coming back. And I don't see him in time. I can't ever stop it in time."

"Conor, you did see him. You did stop it. He's okay."

She'd reached him at last. His eyes fixed on her. "Kate. Where's Jigger?"

"They've taken him inside to calm him down and clean him up."

He grew agitated again, struggling to his knees while Kate applied all her strength to holding him in place. "Inside where? Where did they take him? He's bleeding."

"No, Conor, he isn't. You are. Quite a lot, it seems."

"I'm bleeding?" He blinked at her, perplexed, and then looked down to inspect himself, which was more than Kate could bring herself to do at this point. She'd already seen the blood saturating the front of his tuxedo, and had watched while most of his shirt was cut away to expose a great deal more. It pooled and flowed down his left side, making it impossible to judge what kind of wound lay beneath. Kate kept her attention fixed on his lowered face, and on his grateful relief when he raised his eyes to her.

"It's only me, then? Thank God."

He rolled forward into her arms and Kate caught him, ignoring the lacquer-red stain that began spreading over her dress, burying its dappled autumn hues under a smear of rude color.

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