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J asper!” Imogene Chively shouted as she jumped to her
feet, flinging her sketch into the grass. “Don’t move! Stay.
Stay exactly where you are!” Grabbing her skirts ankle-height
with one hand and desperately waving the other, she raced
across the courtyard of the old c astle. “Emily, help!” she shouted
over her shoulder without a backward glance.
She c ouldn’t look away; Imogene’s eyes were glued to those
of Jasper. If she looked away, he might try to leap off the crum-
bling wall. And he c ouldn’t. . . . Shouldn’t. It was too high.
There was no doubt of an injury—a broken leg or, worse yet, a
snapped neck or a blow to the head. “Stay,” she said again but
in a softer, crooning tone, almost a prayer.
Having reached the wall, Imogene found Jasper two feet
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