Michael went to his rescuer, whose face had turned deathly white in pain. “Sep, I’m going to help you up.” Septimus Ackett, son of Viscount Ammler, managed a weak nod and a shallow inhale of air. Michael slung his arm over his shoulder and gingerly raised him up, guiding them to a pew so they could both collapse in pain. Every single part of his body, including his pinkie toe, throbbed with agony. “You couldn’t have arrived a few minutes sooner?” “Ungrateful wretch,” Sep wheezed. —from Lady Wynwood’s Spies, Volume 1: Archer Read the first few chapters free online.
