Godric left Cedric alone in the drawing room to check on Emily. She'd looked decidedly pale and he was worried.I'll read to her! She'll like that.His eagerness surprised him, the temptation to abandon his friends and seek her out was great. But she probably needed some time alonewomen often did; they were quite mysterious creatures. Knowing this didn't make him miss her any less. He snatched a book from his study and hurried upstairs.On his way to her room he passed by a chamber he'd not entered in years. Strangely tempted, he opened the door. The nursery was a lovely room, even when muted by afternoon shadows and warm with its buttery yellow walls decorated by various painted scenes. Scenes painted by Godric's father a month before Godric was born.He remembered his father pointing to a mighty frigate, guns blasting at a pirate vessel, deep voice rumbling as he spoke of age-old tales.Godric's gaze fixed on another scene, one of a babe in a basket nestled against a wall of ree
Godric caught Emily a second before she hit the floor. He cradled her to his chest, savoring the feel of her in his arms, then chastised himself for doing so.Her escape had proven her intentions well enough. Her whispered words of love were nothing more than lies, a clever ruse to lower his guard.He retrieved Emily's small cloth bag where she'd set it down by the door. Her head lolled sideways, bumping into his chest. God, he was a fool.He was even more a fool for threatening to return her. He knew what life awaited her theremarriage to Blankenship, a lifetime of misery. He wanted her to deserve that after what she'd done to him, but revenge seemed the farthest thing from his heart.Emily needed to go. That was all. If she stayed, he'd do something he'd regret, like beg her to love him. He'd relive his boyhood all over again, seeking love, knowing it would never come. The self-loathing that coiled about him increased with every step as he finally opened the door and came out int
Emily stirred, her breath shallow.Heavy rocks lay on her chest. It was harder and harder to fill her lungs.Panic surged through her, making her body shudder. Glass shards seemed to be embedded in her throat when she tried to swallow. She needed to cough, but no strength remained. The rasp of her indrawn breath sounded like an ominous death rattle. "Emily!" A man's voice. Low, hoarse, and grating to her ears. She winced as she tried to swallow again, and finally managed a weak cough."Emily?" The voice was a familiar one, a warm hand on her forehead.Where am I?Sensations crept back on her, the soft slide of bed sheets beneath her bare skin, the aroma of sandalwood. Men were nearby. Who? Though she couldn't see it, she could feel the pulsing rhythm of a candle nearby."Quick, Charles, the water." Cedric, her mind finally recalled. She was at Godric's estate, in his bed. Once again a captive of the League of Rogues."Godric"Cedric shushed her, then raised a glass of water t
Once upstairs, Godric put Emily down on his bed and started to move to the empty chair nearby. Emily grabbed his arm, keeping him close."Stay." Her free hand patted the bed. Godric sat down on the edge of the bed, bent over and pulled his boots off and turned to join her. Emily snuggled deep into the covers.Godric turned her face towards his. "Emily, about what happened in the inn""Yes?""That should never have happened. It will never happen again." He brushed his lips against hers."Don't promise that. It was beyond anything I've ever experienced. Of course, at the time I thought you had forgiven me and had missed me terribly.""Forgive you? Emily, I was not gentle with you. Why don't you hate me?" Fearful confusion clouded his wide eyes."I could never hate you. Godric, I love you. Haven't I told you enough for you to believe me? As for not being gentle I enjoyed it. Now stay. Sleep with me." Her voice was a command. "From what Cedric said, you've not had any rest."Godric
Ashton woke the next morning with a horrible crick in his neck. He had fallen asleep in a chair outside Godric's door. He yawned and rubbed the tight muscles on the back of his neck. What a night.Ashton dared to peek into Godric's room and found his friend cuddled up with Emily as though the two would never part again.He shut the door and returned to his chair. Godric, you will marry her. There's no other way to keep her safe and yourself sane.No one had woken him to change the guard as scheduled. Rather than let anger rise up in him, he merely smiled.How strange it all was that an act of abduction born of Godric's wounded pride would end up like this? With Godric hopelessly smitten by a singularly unique young lady every bit his equal.Simkins came up the stairs carrying a tea tray, which meant he must have wanted to have a private word with Ashton without the other servants overhearing."Would you care for a cup of tea, Lord Lennox?" Simkins asked."Yes, thank you." He too
Emily clung to Godric's side, nervous as they entered Cedric's townhouse. His sisters, Miss Sheridan and Miss Audrey, were inside. It was strange, but she wanted to make a good impression.Cedric caught sight of his sisters. "There you are! Come over here and meet Emily."The elder, Horatia, was taller, with more classical features, a long neck and sharp cheekbones that reminded Emily of a swan. Though shorter, Audrey was just as pretty, her face rounder and more childlike, but not in a way that hid the intelligence in her eyes."Emily, this is my sister, Horatia. Horatia, this is Miss Emily Parr. And this is Audrey." Cedric chucked his littlest sister under her chin.Horatia gave a warm smile. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Parr."Emily released her grip on Godric's arm and smiled back. "Please call me Emily.""Then you must call me Horatia.""You have a lovely home, Horatia." Emily looked about the expansive marbled floors and gilded furnishings of the hall."Oh, Horatia, allow m
Jim Tanner lingered in the alley just off Curzon Street, and bided his time. A blade lay in his palm, which he kept in the pocket of his long black coat, ready to sink it into the flesh of those pompous lords across the street if they interfered with his mission.Soon, he promised himself.His employer had urged him to wait, to snatch the girl without a fight. The order had been issued not out of any need to prevent violence, but to give Tanner time to get away before the alarm was raised. Bloodshed would shorten his exit strategy.Blankenship was a fool to want nothing more than the little chit. The house he stared at now was probably filled with expensive items he could fetch a fair price for on Shoe Lane or Saffron Hill. The nouveau riche were only too happy to buy aristocratic items that would fool the ton into thinking they weren't the descendants of lower or middleclass men.He'd been only too eager to steal the Parr girl away from Essex when Blankenship agreed to his hefty p
Heaven. It was warm and light, the soft murmur of a low masculine voice spoke to her No, read to her. The Iliad in Greek. She tried to open her mouth but nothing moved.I want to see you, whoever you are.Did she have a body?She managed a small strangled whimper. The voice halted, then spoke, more eagerly."Emily." The voice sounded like Godric, but that made sense. Heaven was wherever he was. She tried to speak again, but only yielded another pathetic whimper."Shh. Rest, my darling. You've been through so much." A large hand clasped hers, its grip warm, strong, and perfect.Lips brushed over her forehead, leaving a trail of tender fire in their wake. She forced her eyes open. Even though Godric's face was pale and his hair hung limp around it, he was still everything she'd wanted, craved. Loved. The sight of him. That was Heaven.Emily's long lashes fanned as she squeezed his hand. She gave a weak smile. Godric choked back a sob, ghostly reflections of her own pain shimmered