Temptation In Regency Society. Margaret McPhee

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Название Temptation In Regency Society
Автор произведения Margaret McPhee
Жанр Историческая литература
Серия Mills & Boon M&B
Издательство Историческая литература
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after midnight and they had hoped to fleece you for hours yet. Watch your back, Dominic.’

      ‘I will.’ Dominic clapped Hunter on the shoulder and watched the carriage depart before he turned and began to walk in the opposite direction.

      He had not gone far when he became aware that he was being followed. He scanned the street, seeing that one of the lamp-posts was out a little further along, just at an opening between the buildings. A nice dark spot and a conveniently positioned alleyway. He knew that was where they would attack him.

      They struck just where he had expected. Two attackers, one large and burly, the other smaller with no teeth in his head. He recognised them both from the gaming den.

      He dodged back into the alley to avoid the first punch.

      ‘Not so fast, your Grace,’ a coarse voice said so close to his ear that he could smell the foulness and feel the heat of the fetid breath. A fist swiped close to his face. Dominic ducked and retaliated with a blow hard and low in the belly and had the satisfaction of hearing the man grunt and stumble away clutching at his guts as he bent double and retched against the alley wall. As he turned the second assailant was almost upon him. Dominic twisted to avoid the blow arcing towards him, and managed to avoid the blade—almost. The sting of it sliced across his ribs.

      Dominic grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted. He heard the soft crack of bone and the yelp of pain as the man fell to his knees cradling his wrist. The knife clattered to land in the wet and filth of the cobblestones below. Dominic picked it up, and then grabbed the kneeling man’s hair, jerking his head back and touching the edge of the blade against the exposed throat.

      ‘See that the same does not happen to my friends. Do you understand?’

      The man croaked a desperate acquiescence.

      Dominic pushed the man away, then walked to face the man cringing against the wall, touching the knife’s tip ever so lightly against the fat of the villain’s belly.

      ‘You too.’

      ‘They won’t be harmed, I’ll see to it personally, your Grace,’ the rogue promised.

      Dominic stared at him for just a moment longer and then he slipped the knife into his pocket and walked away.

      The ruffians were kicking at the door, laying siege to it with a hammer. The thuds of the splintering wood reverberated right through Arabella’s body. She protected Archie with her body, but the men pulled her aside and wrenched the golden locket from around her neck. And when she looked across the road to the other side of the street where the narrow houses with their boarded windows should have stood, she saw the park and her mother standing waiting there. It was all mixed up and wrong, of course, but Arabella did not notice that in her nightmare.

      She woke suddenly, with that same panicked feeling of fear in the pit of her stomach. But the sky was still dark with night, and she remembered that this was Curzon Street and there were no robbers and thieves here. She breathed her relief and relaxed her head back down on to the luxury of a soft feather pillow, and as she did she heard a voice cry out in shock. The cry was cut off as if abruptly hushed. She heard the low murmur of voices in the hallway below, the quiet opening and closing of a door. Hurried footsteps across the marbled floor tiles of the hallway.

       Archie!

      Arabella scrambled from the bed and, using only the glowing remains of the fire to guide her, was out of the bedchamber door and running down the stairs.

      All of the wall sconces in the hallway had been lit. A maid, clad in her nightdress and robe, was coming out of the library with a bottle of brandy in her hand.

      ‘Anne?’

      ‘Oh, ma’am!’ The girl jumped and spun round and Arabella could see that her face was wet with tears.

      ‘What is wrong? What are you doing?’ The fear was squirming in Arabella’s stomach.

      ‘I got such a fright when I saw him.’ The maid’s face crumpled and she began to sob again.

      ‘What has happened, Anne?’

      The drawing door opened and James the footman appeared. ‘What on earth is taking you, girl? I would have been quicker fetching it myself.’ And then he saw Arabella, and gave a quick bow. ‘Begging your pardon, ma’am. I did not see you there.’

      ‘What on earth is going on here?’ Arabella demanded.

      ‘It’s the master, ma’am.’

      ‘Dominic is here?’ The thought had not even entered her head. Even though it was his house. And she was his mistress.

      ‘His Grace has had a bit of an … accident.’

      ‘An accident?’ Arabella’s stomach dropped to the soles of her feet. Her heart was thumping a fast frenzied tattoo of dread.

      The footman lowered his voice even more. ‘Not the best of sights for a lady to see, but he won’t let me fetch a doctor, ma’am.’

      A chill of foreboding shivered right through her. She pushed past James into the drawing room.

      Three branches of candles had been lit, yet still their warm flickering glow did not reach to the shadows of the room, nor barely touched the tall dark figure that stood near to the cold fireplace. He had his back to her, but he appeared to be as he ever was, smartly dressed in dark tailcoat and pantaloons, with the air of authority and arrogance that he carried with him. He seemed well enough. She could smell the damp night air that emanated from his still figure. One hand hung loose by his side, the other looked to be tucked into the inner breast pocket of his tailcoat.

      ‘I should not have come,’ he said without looking round. ‘I had not realised that the hour was so late.’

      ‘James said you met with an accident.’

      ‘James exaggerates. I did not mean to wake you. You should go back to bed.’ Still he did not move. And the apprehension that had faded on her first sight of him was back as if it had never left.

      ‘What has happened, Dominic?’ she asked carefully.

      He turned then, and still nothing appeared out of place, except that his right hand remained tucked beneath the left breast of his tailcoat.

      ‘A minor altercation. Nothing of concern. As I said, go back to bed.’

      And then she caught sight of the dark ominous stains upon the white cuff that protruded beneath the dark woollen sleeve of his coat and, lifting the closest candelabrum, she walked towards him.

      ‘Arabella,’ he said, holding out his exposed hand as if to stay her. But she kept on closing the distance between them, for she had a horrible fear of just what those stains were.

      ‘This is not for your eyes.’

      She felt sick to the pit of her stomach. Her body felt stiff and heavy with dread. ‘Take off your coat.’

      ‘Arabella …’ One last warning.

      She ignored him and took hold of his lapel, pulling back the left breast of his tailcoat.

      She gasped at the sight that met her eyes. His white shirt and waistcoat were sodden with blood. She froze, and in that single moment everything changed in her world.

      ‘Dominic!’ she whispered.

      His hand took hers, his grip strong and reassuring. But she felt that it was wet and when she looked she could see the blood that stained it glisten in the candlelight.

      ‘Oh, my God!’

      ‘It is but a scratch that bleeds too much.’

      But there was blood everywhere, and all of it was his.

      ‘Go. James will help me.’

      She took a deep breath and raised her gaze to his. Their eyes held for a fraction of a second, a heartbeat in which everything she had told herself she