Once Eli had faded from her sight, Kit took a deep breath and reminded herself that he was gone—that he’d never been hers to begin with—and went to check on Jecob. He was losing a lot of blood, even though Armant seemed to be taking his time and cutting carefully, suturing up every blood vessel as he sliced through. It was slow going, and Kit had no idea how many hours it might take him, but she had a feeling he would be there a long time.
“Is there anything I can get you?” she asked the physician, peering over his shoulder in fascination. She’d always admired medical work even though she knew she’d never be allowed to practice because of her station.
Armant didn’t recognize she was speaking to him at first. When he did, he looked up and said, “Oh, no, thank you, Princess. It’s tedious work, but I’m hoping to spare his life.”
