Audrey knelt over her chamber pot, retching violently for what felt like the hundredth time since their ship left port. Avery had warned her that the Channel would be choppy, but she hadn't realized just how much it would affect her. She'd glanced toward the cabin window and had seen towering, rolling waves. The ship would sometimes drop as much as twenty feet, and it made her stomach plummet right to her toes.She wiped her mouth and sat back on the floor of her cabin. Cold sweat dewed on her brow, and she winced as her stomach cramped. She felt like such a failure. What kind of spy became seasick? Or became faint at the sight of blood?Not a good one.A knock sounded on her cabin door. She looked toward it, watching the curtains of her bunk sway."Yes?" She tried to stand, but her legs shook so hard she fell back down to the floor."It's Avery. I wanted to see how you were feeling. The waves have eased a bit, and I thought you could use some fresh air."The waves had eased a bi
Jonathan was roused by the sound of a scuffle somewhere nearby. By the time he got up and into the hall, he saw the two men from before cursing and fleeing down the corridor from Audrey's room. Before he could go into her room to check on her, he had to duck back into his ownSheffield was coming.He listened to her tell Sheffield the whole story. She handled it so casually he couldn't help but swell with pride, but he was furious that those two men had tried to harm her and that he hadn't acted in time to stop them. He waited for Sheffield to pass by his cabin, then slipped outside and walked to the steps that led down into the crew quarters.He glanced through the gloom of the dim interior deck, studying the hanging hammocks that filled the area, and then he froze. There at the back, a man was huddled on a stool, clutching a hand to his chest and muttering curses."Bloody little bitch!" he snapped, holding his wrist tenderly. It was clearly broken.Bloody hell, Audrey, you did it.
Daniel had waited long enough. He had purchased a horse and arrived here as discreetly as he could. He entered the barracks of the local gendarmes, assuming one of his many French aliases, Victor Dubois.After they'd reached the inn, he'd destroyed his English papers, the ones that tied him to Audrey as a man called Mr. Edward Brownley. From now on he was Victor, a man with a long-established reputation in the northern coast of France whom he would use to continue with the mission. But first he had to convince these soldiers that there were two English spies right under their noses. While the gendarmes would deal with Avery and Audrey, he would be on his way to Paris.The move was callous, but not without purpose. While the gendarmes were focused on their prize, Daniel was all but assured of reaching the reformists unimpeded. In addition, when word of their capture reached Hugo's diplomatic assets in Paris, they would enact a bureaucratic nightmare within the courts, resulting in as
Audrey hastily threw on the breeches and white shirt, packing her hair tight under her cap. Her hands trembled, but she ignored the fear rolling through her as best she could. There wasn't time to break down, not if she was going to get through this night alive. Then she ran to the fireplace and smudged her fingers with ash and hastily rubbed them on her cheeks.She had learned a number of tricks in the last few months. People did not naturally like to look at dirty people, and if they were looking for the woman who'd arrived at the tavern, dirty would be the last quality they'd use to describe her. Outside she could hear an awful commotion as the soldiers prepared to storm the inn.Jonathan was down there, her Jonathan, doing everything he could to give her time to escape. She still didn't know how he'd found her or how he'd gotten to her just in time. The man had the uncanny ability to show up when she needed him most.Like a man in loveHer heart stilled. He'd finally told her h
"English scum!" One of the soldiers smashed the butt of his rifle into Avery's face. "Where's the woman?"Avery grunted and spat blood onto the ground. "She's right over there." He was lying on his side, hands still tied together in front of him.They had started their interrogation on Avery first and were clearly enjoying causing him pain. Some passed a bottle around and joked as it went on."Your joke has grown old, English dog. The man who warned us about you would not have mistaken that man for a woman.""Are you sure? She is rather fetching in that dress."The soldier kicked Avery in the stomach, and Jonathan shouted for them to stop. "You'll kill him. Shouldn't he get a trial first?"The soldiers all turned toward him, laughing. One man, the captain, stepped forward, his cold eyes settling on Jonathan."Perhaps. Perhaps no. But that gives me the idea." His English was about as bad as Jonathan's French. He turned and pulled out a saber and placed the blade's edge underneath
Pain. Audrey couldn't seem to focus on anything else. Images flickered through her mind, fragments of memories, and she struggled to catch the pieces. A ship sailing to France, a quiet inn, soldiers, an explosion, a moonlit cliff, a drawn knife, a shot in the darkand then pain. So much pain.And then something else. Something greater."Please, my love, come back to me."That voice.It was as though she was trapped in a place between breaths, a world of memories and sensations.Flashing green eyes, soft curved lips, a soft chuckle intended only for her.Air filled her lungs in a gasp.The glimmer of light upon water, the splash of fish in the pond, the rocking of a boat. Another deep kiss to satisfy centuries of longing.A slow breath escaped her lips."I love you."Those words were forever carved into her heart. They could never be unsaid. But now she was suddenly too afraid to face the man she'd said them to."Her breathing has evened out." A different voice spoke somewhere
Two months later.Audrey's coach stopped in front of St. George's, and she held her breath. A flutter of nerves made her place one hand over her stomach. She'd kept her bodice loose and hadn't worn any stays beneath her gown in order to give her room to breathe without her wound being rubbed too much. She wasn't as fashionable looking as she'd hoped to be on her wedding day, but at least she was alive and finally marrying Jonathan."You ready?" Cedric asked as he helped her out of her coach."I am." She held her hands and looked up into his face. "Are you?"Her older brother smiled. "To let you grow up and be a wife and mother? Never, but I couldn't give you away to a better man." His voice grew rough with emotion. "If Mother and Father could see you now, they would be so proud of you." His eyes misted as he cleared his throat."Now, don't you start," she said with a sniffle. "If Jonathan sees me crying, he will worry."Cedric nodded, trying to pull himself together as well."Th
BOOK EIGHT: The Last Wicked RoguePrologueLondon, December 1821The deafening crack of ice breaking was like a gunshot. It halted Charles Humphrey, the seventh Earl of Lonsdale, dead in his tracks. He'd been racing across the frozen Thames, twilight bleeding over the wintry landscape ahead of him, creating eerie shadows that led to the figure just beyond his reach."Stop!" Charles shouted. Pain and rage filled him to the point that nothing else existed within him. He was a beast driven with one purpose: to kill the man he pursued.His own brother.But the sound of breaking ice was all around him now, echoing across the Thames. The man ahead of him stopped, skidding briefly along the ice. Charles did the same, listening for another warning sound, but he could see no obvious cracks in the surface."Not another step, brother," the man warned, his voice firm and cold.The rage that had momentarily been pushed aside by the threat of breaking ice now came roaring back. His fingers c