He leaped across the carriage like a tiger, towering over her as he threw back her cloak. “They got to you, Caro! Right in front of my eyes! They got you!” “It’s nothing, Drew. I feel fine!” He yanked up her bodice and cursed again. “Stabbed you right through your cloak, the bastards!” “Stabbed me?” She unhooked her cloak at the neck and then tried to see for herself, but he was in the way. “Not badly, though.” “Damn it, Caro!” He flew to the little window in the driver’s cab. “To the Factory, Davis! On the double!” “If we can just get home to Grandauer Hall, Drew, then I can get out of these clothes and clean up the wound, and then—” “Don’t be absurd.” He was already back on her side of the carriage, straddling her legs and bending over the wound as the carriage thrashed along the cobbled street. A moment later the lout rolled her onto her face with a, “Sorry, madam. I have to see this.” “This?” The next thing Caro felt was him cutting at the ties at her back.
