The White Lord of Wellesbourne by Kathryn Le Veque

Author:Kathryn Le Veque [Veque, Kathryn le]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B0085O9S2E
Goodreads: 15726474
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing
Published: 2006-05-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

The nearest physic was six miles to the east. John and Luke had already gone to fetch him, leaving Rosehill in a panic.

Adam was lying in an upstairs bedroom with Mark and Matthew to staunch the bleeding from his mouth, ears, and tend what they presumed to be several broken ribs. The broken bone sticking out of his lower right leg had already been semi cleaned and splinted by Caroline and Aunt Livia’s majordomo.

With all of the chaos going on around them, no one could explain how Adam had ended up under the wheels of a coach. The more Matthew worked to stabilize his father, the more he realized that he knew the answer to that question. Adam had finally done it. Though Matthew did not want to believe it, there seemed no other explanation. Guilt such as he had never known seeped into every pore of his body. He could not believe he’d finally made good on his threats.

Alixandrea stood outside of the chamber door, watching her husband gently feel his father’s torso for damage and fighting off the sick feeling that she had caused all of this. She’d tried to help Adam when Matthew had warned her he was fragile. For all of her good intentions, it seemed that she must have triggered a stronger desire for death within the man. He’d run out and thrown himself under the wheels of the Whitewell carriage that she and Caroline had been brought to Rosehill in. The coachman had been taking it around the side of the manor to the livery when it had happened and, eager to be done with his duties, had been going at full speed at the time. He’d never had time to stop.

The coachman was down in the hall, weeping quietly in a corner. Alixandrea remained outside of Adam’s chamber while family members worked feverishly to aid him. Distraught from watching Matthew work on his father, she wandered down the corridor until she came across an open window. It was still raining outside. There was a wide enough sill to sit on, and she sank heavily.

Rain whipped in, dampening her neck and arm. Gazing out over the gray and green landscape, she had never felt so awful in all her life. She wondered what Matthew as going to think of her now, the woman who had goaded his father into attempting suicide. The past few days had been better than she had ever hoped for. Now, because of her arrogance, her stupidity, it would all come to a crashing halt. Matthew had been right to not to want to marry her. Perhaps he had always known best. Now she’d done this.

Tears filled her eyes as she listened to the sounds of commotion a few doors down the hall. Something was happening inside that room and Matthew was in a state; something about Adam not being able to breathe. Mark was in the corridor, bellowing for a knife and she resisted the urge to go see if she could help.

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