CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Like a bolt of flash, Hendrix jumps on the podium, wrapping me up and shielding me.

There's an incessant murmur, as the crowd gives way to find the perpetrator.

"Lady Natalie, please get to safety." General Lucas urges. "Let me handle this mess."

Without many words, I allow Hendrix to lead me away. Normally, I would face the rascal myself and make him beg for forgiveness before I would sniff life out of him slowly, but right now, I can barely carry myself. Truly, the pregnancy is having much effect on me, even though it's not yet viable.

I keep shuddering, irrespective of my being away from danger reach. My skin is cold, with goosebumps creeping all over in obedience to the chilly weather and my emotions.

"Hey, darling, you're safe now." Hendrix wraps me up, stroking the length of my hair.