"First, take the person to the hospital," Amadeus Yancey murmured in a low voice.
Then the girl, drenched from head to toe, walked to the side, bent over to pick up her single-strap backpack, and seemed to be leaving.
Just because The Sun is strong in summer doesn't mean the breeze isn't cold.
"Nathalie."
Amadeus Yancey called out to her, took off his coat, and forcefully draped it over her shoulders. He then grasped her slender pale wrist and said, "Where are you going? I'll take you to the hospital."
Her skin was so fair that any mark on it was particularly conspicuous.
Amadeus Yancey almost immediately noticed the bloodstain on her neck.
The trace of broken skin was too prominent against her snow-white nape.
"Is that wound on your neck from Edric scratching you?"
He knew that child?