Chapter 10
They waited, their backs against the earth. Once the crickets started to chirp, and creatures rustled the underbrush, Prince Bennett sank to the ground, and Pippa, still in his grip, followed.
“I think,” he said, his voice low, “that we can risk bandaging your arm.”
Pippa nodded, and that one small movement made her head swim. She wavered back and forth and bumped his shoulder.
“You’ve lost a great deal of blood.” He slipped from her and held her steady with one hand while the other patted his tunic. “I’m afraid I have nothing to use as a bandage.”
“My chemise,” she said. Only a hint of a flush heated her cheeks. She was too woozy, too relieved to care about whether the prince should see her chemise. “Tear a bit. It doesn’t matter. It’s all ruined anyway, but that’s probabl
