Learning to Live with Her Master [Prometheus in Chains 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Clair de Lune Read Free Book Online Page B

heard the front door open, and he called her name.
    She spun the tyres in her haste to get away and pressed the accelerator as she drove fast for the gates, hoping he’d not have time to go in the house and close them remotely. She shot out of the gate. Relief that he hadn’t got the gates closed flooding her, she turned the car left. The large lorry coming from her right stood no chance of stopping.

Chapter Thirteen
     
    Angus heard the crash and raced down the drive and out of the gates. He was appalled by what he saw. The lorry had hit her car and crushed the side in. Luckily, she had turned left. He didn’t want to think what would have happened if she had turned right or the lorry had been coming from her left. In a panic, he raced over to her car and to the driver’s side window. He looked in and saw she was not moving. He couldn’t pull open the door, and he knew he shouldn’t move her even if he could get the bloody door to open. The air bags had all deployed, too. He banged on the window and called her name but still she didn’t move, so he got out his mobile and called 999 and got the police, fire brigade, and an ambulance. He waited, looking at his watch, pacing up and down. What’s taking them such a bloody long time? The lorry driver sat, dazed by the side of the road.
    “I couldn’t stop in time.” The man repeated it again and again and Angus had to stop himself going over and shaking the bloody man until his teeth rattled in his head. He knew it hadn’t been the lorry driver’s fault. He well knew just whose fault it was. Ten minutes later, he watched as they cut open the car and, putting a neck brace on her, swiftly and gently got her on a backboard and into the ambulance. That bloody woman who had caused all this had better have gone by the time he got home or he wouldn’t be answerable for the consequences. Home, without Jane, it wouldn’t be home any more. She was not moving and was covered in blood. There was so much blood! His world was coming to an end.
    “No! No! No!” he railed. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t live without her.
    He went in the ambulance with her and sat and watched as they worked to stabilise her. It took fifteen long minutes to get her to the hospital and into Casualty. The longest fifteen minutes of his life. Distraught and shaking, he paced the waiting room as she was examined and patched up. Thank the Lord, it wasn’t as bad as he had feared. Her head had bled a lot, as head wounds do. He’d seen all that blood and thought he would lose her.
    “She has a cut on her head. She wasn’t wearing her seat belt, so she’s lucky there was an airbag or it could have been much worse. She will have bruising to her ribs and a nasty headache. She must have hit her head on the side window. I don’t think she has concussion but I want to keep her in for observation,” the doctor reassured him.
    How glad he was that he had given her that new car! He didn’t want even to think about what might have happened had she been in that old one of hers. Then he spent the night by her bed holding her hand. He sat for hours and hours unable to sleep and unable to leave. He ate the sandwich and drank the tea a kind nurse brought him because she stood over him and watched while he did it and it was easier to comply than to resist.
    The next morning he was asleep with his head on her bed when he felt her hand twitch in his. He came awake at once and looked at her. She was all bandages and huge, hurt eyes.
    “Are you feeling okay? Is the pain bad? I’m sorry I fell asleep. I wanted to be here when you woke up.” Angus realised he was babbling.
    “I’ve only just woken up. I feel dreadful. I’m very thirsty, can you get me a drink, please.” He noticed she didn’t say “Master” and his heart lurched. He got her a glass of water and held it to her lips as she sipped.
    “Is that better? Do you want anything else?”
    “No, thank you.” The small, sad voice was killing