She glanced around her despairingly. “You cannot stay here. We must get you to bed.”
The leader of her guard detail spoke up behind her. “Forgive me, my lady, but I am under orders. I am to make Sir Grayson as comfortable as possible, but he cannot leave the caves. A doctor will be here shortly to tend him, and you as well.”
Brynn stiffened at the callousness of keeping her brother incarcerated here. “Surely it would do no harm to take him to his rooms, even if he is a prisoner. He is in no condition to try to escape.”
Oddly, the guard looked puzzled. “Sir Grayson is not a prisoner, my lady. Lord Wycliff merely does not wish him to be seen by your household servants.”
“Brynn,” Gray murmured, “it’s all right. I would rather not move much just now.”
She hesitated, realizing the futility of arguing. Gray was too wounded to walk, certainly to climb stairs. It would be painful even being carried through the tunnels, and she could not manage the task alone.
“If you won’t allow him to be moved,” Brynn said tersely to the guard, “would you be so kind as to fetch him some blankets? A cold rock floor is no place for a wounded man.”
“Yes, certainly, my lady,” he replied, his tone deferential. “It is being seen to.”
She took off her coat and covered Grayson with it. Then she waited anxiously while the promise of blankets was made good.
A doctor came shortly as well-or at least a man with a medical bag. Brynn had never seen him before, which meant he wasn’t from the district. She could only conjecture that Lucian had anticipated the danger of the operation and brought his own surgeon.
The man tended Gray’s injuries, confirming that the bullet hadn’t lodged in his chest or pierced a lung, but that a rib was shattered. With Brynn holding the lamp, the doctor grimly searched for splinters, then liberally doused the raw flesh with basilicum powder and bandaged the ribs.
“You are a very fortunate man,” the doctor pronounced, “but the wound is quite serious with the bone so fragmented. You may take some months to heal.” He drew up the blankets over his patient, who was clenching his teeth in obvious discomfort. “I regret I can give you only a taste of laudanum for the pain,” the doctor added. “Lord Wycliff wishes you to be alert when he speaks to you.”
Brynn felt a cold knot reform in her stomach. She was greatly relieved to hear her brother’s prognosis, but Gray still faced charges of treason. And while she was infinitely grateful that Lucian was unharmed, her own betrayal had perhaps created an insurmountable obstacle between them.
The doctor bandaged her arm, which was beginning to throb, then took his leave. Brynn sat quietly beside her brother and watched as the strongboxes of gold were retrieved from the pool and carried away.
The men who performed the task scarcely gave her a glance. If they were taken aback by events or by seeing Lord Wycliff’s countess dressed in breeches, they politely pretended not to show it. Not that Brynn could summon the energy to be concerned. After the terrible tension of the past few days, she felt drained, despondent, filled with dread at the punishment her brother would be dealt.
Her nerves were raw again by the time Lucian finally came.
The cut over his eyes had been cleaned of blood, she saw, but his features looked drawn and weary.
He met her gaze only briefly before glancing down at her brother. “I believe we have some important matters left to settle, Sir Grayson.”
“Yes,” he said hoarsely.
“Are you still anxious for me to put a period to your existence, as you were a short while ago?”
Gray’s mouth twisted with dark humor. “No… Lying here, I’ve had time to reconsider. I really don’t want to die.”
Brynn reached out to grasp her brother’s hand, whether giving or seeking comfort she wasn’t certain.
“Am I under arrest?” Gray asked.
“Of a sort.”
“Then you mean to send me to prison?”
“No.” Lucian gazed at him steadily. “Not as long as you honor your pledge to help expose Caliban. He still remains unknown and at large, and despite this night’s work, our prospects of capturing him have suffered. With Jack dead, we are back to where we started. His crew has been apprehended and will be interrogated, of course, but I doubt they know anything about their leader. You are still the closest link we have to Caliban.”
“ I told you, I will help in any way possible. But I cannot endanger my family any further.”
“I agree,” Lucian replied tersely. “Which is why you will have to disappear for a time.”
“Disappear?”
“Go into hiding. It is the only way to ensure your sister and brothers’ safety. As you said, if you are dead, Caliban will no longer have the leverage to blackmail you. So you will be presumed dead. We will put out the story that you were drowned at sea, that your body was never recovered.”