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Blood trickled from the fiend’s nostrils, coated his swollen lips “You’ll ’ave to kill me before I squeal”

“So be it” Benedict cracked his neck and drew back his fist

Panic settled like bony fingers around Cassandra’s throat, squeezing, choking One ht be the one sprawled on the ground, begging for his life “Wait! He’s not

worth it We shall find out who arranged this I promise you”

She had made so many empty promises, broken soamends once they had solved the mystery of what happened at Lord Craven’s ball Once they’d learned the truth about Tiave him a motive That said, Lord Purcell’s nefarious deeds marked him as the most likely culprit

“I want a na her plea

Finnigan gave afrohfare as a mark of his disdain

“A naasp for breath “Give me a damn name!” He heaved a breath, too, as he drew his fist back

“Murray!” Finnigan covered his head with his arms “Lord Murray hired us”

Chapter Ten

Benedict stood duan clamber to his feet, clutch his broken nose and flee the scene Anger boiled in his blood It had nothing to do with his injuries Nothing to do with the attack on his person Murray had endangered Cassandra’s life, and for that, the foppish lord would pay

Teeks ago, Benedictof Murray’s betrayal The woman who had cast Benedict aside so easily did not deserve his sy hurt swis of pity

Benedict caught himself The devil on his shoulder re their verbal battles Since she’d refused his suit, it was always the saive their oounded hearts time to heal

His thoughts turned back to Murray

Did the lord love Cassandra?