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“Clearly, for there are only two of us here, and I am not the one short of breath and bleeding,” I snapped. “Can you still ride if I am here guiding?”
He nodded.
“Good. Go, but slowly,” I ordered.
He was a year older than I. We had grown up together, and throughout all that time, he was always the responsible one, the noble one, the most capable one. Much the same as Hathor felt toward Aphrodite, I had felt toward him—part sibling, part rival. But he no longer matched the man I competed against in everything, the one who spoke six languages fluently, who was an expert marksman, skilled horseman, and even scholarly enough to speak with my father. Once upon a time, I truly believed he was made differently than the rest ofus.
But now…now he was pitiful.
It took us twenty minutes to reach his home, and by the end of it, he was nearly unconscious.
“Call a doctor!” I hollered to the hands coming to fetch our horses, and jumped down.
“No…it’s fine,” he said, nearly falling. I caught him and pulled him down.
“Did I not tell you to shut up?” I held his arm around my neck, looking back to the men in the yard. “Fetch a doctor!”
“Yes, my lord!” they answered.
“Can you make it to the stairs?” He did not respond. “Evander!”
He still did not answer.
Shit.
“Where is the parlor?” I screamed at the maid, causing her to jump.
“Here, my lord.” She directed me, and I took him to the divan.
“Fetch water and a cloth and…brandy!” I pulled off his necktie and his coat, trying to find the source of his wound, only to discover more blood. “Dear God.”
He groaned in pain as I removed his coat.
I finally got to his shirt and saw the makeshift bandage over his shoulder, which had become soaked in blood.
“The things you asked for, my lord!” The maid came in.
I rose, but I knew not what to do beyond this.
“The doctor, my lord!” another servant called.
“Oh, thank God! Bring him in!” I said, moving to the door as a young gentleman not even my age rushed inside. “This is the doctor you found? A young boy?”
“I assure you I am not…my lord. And you will find no better than me at this hour. The patient?” he asked and did not wait for me to direct him before going to Evander’s side. “What happened to him?”
“I am unsure,” I said. “I saw him bleeding and brought him home.”
He checked the dressing and Evander’s shoulder before releasing the bandage, as the blood flowed heavily.
“Well?” I asked, leaning closer.
“He has been stabbed.”
“What?” Stabbed?
“And from the look of this, he sought to bandage himself. He’s truly blessed. He should have long since bled out.”
What in the hell had he gotten himself into? “But he can be saved.”
