All Chapters of The League of Rogues: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The hour was late. The clock in the entryway chimed eerily in the silence. Rosalind replayed the hurtful words she'd heard Ashton and Charles say, her mind still reeling with the revelation of Ashton's betrayal. It was time to leave and return to London. She'd find a way to get her life back from Ashton's ironclad control some other way. There was no chance she would marry him now, the damned awful man.Rosalind came down the main stairs, intending to fetch a glass of water from the kitchens without disturbing Claire, and suddenly froze when she heard cloth rustle. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Someone was watching her. Doing her best to act unaware of the hidden eyes of servants, she started walking toward the servants' quarters to find Claire. The rustling of clothes was her only warning she wasn't alone.Someone grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth tightly and lifting her by the waist off the ground. She struggled, trying to kick out, but when the man star

Lucien leaned over Ashton's body. "Good Lord. Is he dead?""Help him up, you fool." Charles hadn't gotten back in time to stop his friend's fall, and Lucien's joking tone was about as ill-timed as humanly possible. "It's the grippe. Rafe brought it home. They have both been sick the last few days." Lucien got down and helped Godric hoist Ashton up by his arms and legs."The grippe?" Godric paused. "What the devil was he doing out of bed?""It wasn't my intention, but we've had some problems," Charles explained as they carried Ashton back upstairs."Problems?" Lucien asked they followed Charles into Ashton's chambers."Yes." Charles walked over to the dresser where a basin with cool water was waiting for him. He wet a fresh cloth and placed it on Ashton's brow. "You see, Rosalind"Jonathan skidded into the room. "The coach is waiting in the front. We'll catch those Scot bastards!"This only confused Godric more. "What the devil are you on about?"Jonathan glanced at his brother

"A castle. It would have to be a bloody castle," Ashton muttered as he knelt behind a large boulder bordering the lake facing Castle Kincade. Godric, Cedric and Lucien were with him on either side as they studied the massive edifice in the distance."So much for our plans of overtaking them on the road," Lucien grumbled.Godric stared intently at the castle before glaring at Lucien. "Those Scots were devils when they fought us over bar wenches. I'd hate to see what they would do to protect their kin."Ashton squinted at the castle. "It's not the brothers that worry me. It's her father. He's the real brute. Her brothers love her, but from what I gathered he's bad enough to scare them into obedience."Godric and Lucien exchanged worried glances."We've never laid siege to a castle before." Lucien smiled grimly. "I suppose there's a first time for everything. But I'm afraid I left the family battering ram back at my estate."Godric couldn't help but chuckle at that.Ashton licked h

The sound of pistols made Rosalind jump. She clutched her skirts and ran for the door, her brothers at her heels."Rosalind, stay behind us!" Brock ordered, but she wasn't listening. If Hugo's men were shooting out there, seven against one"Ashton!" she cried out as she grasped the iron handle of the wooden door that led outside. Her brothers all now held their slender but lethal blades in one hand and pistols in the other.Brodie helped her pull the door open, and a scene of wild ferocity halted her in her tracks. Ashton's friends were fighting men left and right. The clash of blades and fists made her sick. She was a strong woman, but no one handled bloodshed well when it was with those she'd come to care about. Her brothers dove into the fray, bellowing out ancient battle cries that echoed off the castle walls. Brock grabbed a man and swung him hard toward the moat, the man shouting as he hit the water with a mighty splash."Ashton!" she cried, looking around. It was then she sa

Hugo stood in front of the large fireplace in his study at his townhouse on South Audley Street. Waiting. His blood was roaring in his ears, and his head felt light.He promised himself it would be over soon. The evidence of his foolish beginnings, evidence that could damage the country, let alone threaten his own life, would be back in his hands and could safely be destroyed. The League of Rogues would not learn how deep his interests went and could not unravel his carefully constructed web of lies and secrets.The study door opened, and his butler nodded at him."Sir Hugo, Mr. Sheffield has arrived.""Show him in. Is my wife still at home?""Yes, Sir Hugo. She was preparing to go out this evening. Should I tell her you wish to speak with her?""No. Send Sheffield in.""Very good, sir."Hugo turned back to the fireplace and only turned again once Daniel had entered. Daniel's coat was covered in dust from the road, but his face was bright with triumph."Did you get them?" Hugo