All Chapters of The League of Rogues: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

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

Lily hurried up the steps to her small room. The drunken revelry of the gambling hell one floor below was now a distant roar. She slid her key into the lock, blinking rain out of her eyes as she continued to shiver. Her gown was soaked clear through and possibly ruined.This tiny room was her only true place of refuge, with its small wooden bed frame tucked away in one corner and a dusty brick fireplace in the opposite. It would be damp tonight, and she'd have to use all of her blankets to warm up after she removed her gown.Tonight had not gone as planned. So much had gone wrong, and she didn't want to think about it. She trudged over to the fireplace and retrieved the flint and kindling from a tin box on the dresser. Once a healthy flame was burning, she added a few logs until a steady blaze warmed the room. She rubbed her arms, desperate for warmth. Those brutes in the tunnel had ripped her cloak from her when they had grabbed her from Vauxhall Gardens.Of course, that had been e

Charles finally settled into his own bed. Sleep came fitfully, plaguing him with dreams, dreams he feared would turn to nightmares. The past never let him go. It kept dragging him back under, over and over.The Pickerel pub was full of young men fresh from dinner after their classes. Charles, for the first time in weeks, had been able to have an ale with a classmate. Being so much younger, he'd found it hard to make friends.Peter Maltby, a student two years older than him, roomed across the hall in Magdalene College. Peter had seen Charles eating alone at dinner and had come over to invite him for a drink at the little pub just outside the college's gates. They had quickly become good friends, and the pub had become a ritual of sorts for them.Tonight, they'd bid good night to the elderly porter who manned the gates and settled themselves in a corner of the booth to drink and talk."Enjoying your lessons?" Peter asked, smiling broadly as he sipped his ale.Charles nodded. "I'm

Something was afoot.Charles took his turn at the billiard table, aiming and taking a shot. All of his friends were in the room with him, happy, laughing about something he couldn't begin to understandmarried life. The rift was there, a widening gap between him and the rest of the League that made his stomach knot. How had it all happened so quickly? In the span of a year, he'd been cast out of their world as they all one by one settled down.And they can't even see itHe tried to banish the wave of despair sweeping through him before he spoke. "What's Em up to, eh?" he asked Godric.Godric leaned against his cue stick. "Em? Nothing, so far as I know. Why?""She called on my lad Linley, and I wish to know why. Are you in need of a new valet?"Godric snorted. "Certainly not. Jeremy does excellent work. Besides, I wouldn't dare take your friend away, not when it's clear he worships you."Charles chuckled. "He doesn't worship me."Godric and Cedric shared a look between them that

Sir Hugo Waverly stood in the shadows of the gambling hell known as the Cockerel. His gaze roved over the mixture of peers and lower-class men gambling and whoring. Rumors of an underground boxing ring run by smugglers had surfaced earlier that morning, and Hugo wanted answers.Smugglers were a fact of life, and one that he usually did not concern himself with, but this was different. What little was left of Samir Al Zahrani's slave trade had found new leadership and was said to be seeking out new recruits. It was important to sort them out before they found a toehold on the docks.He'd given Lily the mission of discovering more about them, offering herself up as bait. His little pet had mentioned being dragged down to Lewis Street as a prize for fighters, but Hugo suspected the ultimate destination would have been a cargo ship headed for parts unknown. She'd failed to learn more, thanks to Lonsdale, but thinking over the Lewis Street situation did give him an idea."Sir?" Daniel Sh