Page 28 of The Viscount Needs a Wife (All for Love #2)

L awrence clung to the saddle by instinct, barely conscious. Fortunately, his horse knew where to go. The pain under his ribs was a constant, nagging scream along his nerves. Blood seeped out and soaked his clothing. He was cold... so cold...

Hot . . . so hot . . .

Disembodied voices . . . “It will be a miracle if he survives . . .” Sobbing . . .

Who would cry for me? My family are all dead...