“I—”
“Kettle’s boiled,” Patsy interrupted me. “You girls, make us all tea. Be sure to make one for Christian too, for when he gets back.”
“Christian?” Chassie asked.
“Please just make the tea, dear,” Patsy said.
They both ran to the kitchen.
“Just a lot of cuts, luv,” she said to me. “Nothing too deep. Might be hard to type for a few days, but it won’t be long until you’re good as new.”
“My knee really hurts.”
She looked to my knee.
I looked to my knee.
On my right one, my jeans were torn and blood was oozing.
Shit.
Totally went down hard.
“I’ll get to that next,” she said.
“The cats are outside,” I told her.
“We’ll have a look for them in a tick.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
She grasped hold of my wrists firmly, and I focused on her.
“You’re safe, Vivi, all right?”
I took in a super deep breath.
And I nodded.
She reached for the Germolene to put on my hands.
I was pacing the green salon.
Not true.
I was limping through the green salon (my knee hurt like a mother) and doing it back and forth.
Prue, Chassie, Fitzy, Patsy and Scotty were with me.
We were here because it was at the front of the house, and we wanted to see when Christian and Harry got back.
Fitzy had called the steward’s cottage and sent the men out to help Christian.
As Patsy tended to me, the police came.
They then left, with Christian and Scotty, because they caught whoever it was who’d been fucking with me, so they all went to the station.
We were now waiting for them to come home and give us the lowdown.
