“Are you hurt?” She let out a small, frightened sob. That was Rune’s voice. Were those his hands? Or Edvin’s, ready to strangle the life out of her for good? The hands left her face, moving down her neck, shoulders, arms. They were seeking but gentle, roving over the whole of her body with quick efficiency. “Elma, are you hurt,” came the voice again. “If he hurt you…”
