Dr. Llwellyn raced down the carpeted stairs near the Duchess’ stateroom. His lithe elven physique, designed for long distance running, had put him several steps ahead of his companions. He headed down the stairs at a breakneck pace. Once he reached the hallway, he sprinted towards the fallen body of Captain Hunter.
“Anthony! Devil take it all! You never listen!” The doctor’s reproach was sharp, but laced with deep concern for his friend.
Dr. Llwellyn dropped his leather medical bag and knelt...
Published on June 21, 2015 18:35