She should be dead. She’d closed her eyes when he’d shot, but unless you could die without feeling anything, she was still alive. Impossible. She looked to the side. He’d hit her butler instead. “No!” Tears welled in her eyes. Stewart’s eyes were cloudy with pain. She breathed a sigh of relief realizing he was still alive. Without thinking, she moved to his side, and supported him, leading him over to the wall. He was bleeding quite heavily and his blood splattered her dress. “You’re going to be alright,” she whispered. She helped him to slip out of his jacket so that he only wore a shirt. She bunched up the jacket and put it against his wound, hoping the pressure would slow the bleeding. By what she could see, the shot had gone straight through. “Not if I put another bullet hole in him—I might decide to do that if you don’t cooperate with me. Do you think I missed the duchess slipping away? How did she disappear like that? You will tell me, or I will kill him!”
