The Soldier's Scoundrel (The Turner Series, #1)

by Cat Sebastian

“It’s only a scratch,” Jack protested as Oliver dragged him through the darkened passageways. Behind them, he could hear doors opening and the raised voices of guests who had been startled awake by the shot. “I don’t give a damn what it is,” Oliver growled as soon as they were safely back to his room, the door closed behind them. He sounded as fierce as Jack had ever heard him. “Either you let me tend to it or I’m summoning a surgeon, and that’s final.” With that, he proceeded to efficiently strip off Jack’s blood-soaked clothes. Jack could clearly see a little hole on one side of his arm. Likely there was a matching wound on the other side. The thought made him go a little faint. “Damn,” he heard Oliver say, and the next thing he knew he was being shoved into a chair. Oliver was pressing a piece of toweling to the wound in order to staunch the blood. The acrid aroma of smelling salts wafted into Jack’s nostrils. “Christ, Rivington. Do you travel with those?” he asked after his head was clear enough to speak. “I put them in my case in the event you got sick in the carriage.” “Oh, very funny.” But the salts had done away with his wooziness, and now Jack could study Oliver’s face. He was ashen. “I’ll be fine, you know.” Jack put his uninjured hand on Oliver’s arm. They sat in silence for several minutes, Oliver’s hand pressing the cloth hard onto Jack’s wound. In the distance, there was the sound of voices and footsteps. Jack hoped the shooter had enough presence of mind to ...

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