Isabel Cooper Quote

Colin and Edmund were here. How embarrassing.She’s alive. Conscious too, Edmund said in the bluff pretend-nothing’s-really-wrong tone she’d only heard him take about horses and hounds before.Colin said something rough. He said it in a foreign tongue—not French or German—and it had a number of syllables, but Reggie knew an oath when she heard one.. . . gonna hope, she managed, though her tongue was as swollen as her brain from the feel of it, you’re not mad ’m alive.For the love of God, woman, said Colin, don’t Close up—and he was close up now—his voice didn’t sound normal. His accent was very thick now. More to the point, his voice had dropped at least an octave, and it sounded almost sibilant. Reggie heard more swishing grass and felt a shadow fall over her, then a hand on her arm. It was Colin’s, she thought, but even hotter than he normally was.…’s wrong w’ you? she asked. She didn’t want to open her eyes to find out, because of the light needles. A damned fine question he said. Do move. Do what I say this time.As Reggie wasn’t inclined to move anyhow, she held still while an equally warm set of fingers travelled gently but urgently over her head, at first avoiding the sticky place on one side and then probing lightly around its edges. No amount of gentleness could have made that not hurt, and she couldn’t manage to control herself. She cried out and batted at Colin’s arm. Stoppit. Go ’way.Damned if I will. He caught her fingers in his free hand. There’s a bloody great lump here, he said, not to her, but nothing feels broken. But she’s bleeding. Quite a bit, and would you for the love of God go get a doctor? Make yourself useful, man!I— Edmund started to retort angrily, and Reggie wondered if she’d have to get up and deal with the two of them, because she’d quite cheerfully kill both if so. Moving hurt. Thinking hurt. Edmund and Colin shouting hurt. Luckily for everyone, she heard Edmund take a long breath. I’ll go down to the village and get Dr. Brant if you take Reggie back to the house. We can’t bring him out here, and I don’t want to leave you both waiting—not when might come back. Reggie was puzzled for a moment, then remembered: Janet Morgan. Ghost, witch, and generally unpleasant person. Quite possibly the reason she was lying on the ground with spikes in her brain.Stupid cow, she said.Stupid? I’d love it if she were, said Edmund.