“Rosier. Enoch Rosier,” he supplied with urgency, wondering in one grasping moment whether it was possible this young woman had actually been sent to help him by his office, anticipating that he might have become injured in the fog. She didn’t have much reaction do he doubted it, but it did not stop him being grateful for her presence.

“I quite agree with your assessment Miss,” he added as he tried to flex his newly wrapped ankle and found that while it still hurt he might just about be able to put some pressure on it and not be forced to sit on this stone forever. “With that in mind I wonder if you would be so kind as to help me to my feet? I think we both need to be somewhere considerably safer than this.”

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Indecently attractive set by MJ