“Are you hurt?” He forced the words past his raw throat. “Amethyst?” What had her father called her? “Amy?” At the sound of her name, she looked up, her glazed eyes registering first confusion, then disbelief. “Lord Greystone?” Before he could respond, she threw her arms around his neck and burst into tears. Colin placed one arm around her, gingerly and then tighter. The sobs wracked her slight body. Hot tears soaked through his shirt, wetting his shoulder.
