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Before Rosamund could reply, a knock on the door stole their attention The series of raps reain access to Mrs Crandall’s abode, and nalled Damian Wycliff’s arrival
Benedict took hold of her hand and whispered, “You’ve had enough upset for one day I’aze on Lord Murray and Rosamund “Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do You’re not the only ones who like to e”
Benedict opened the door and bid Mr Wycliff and Sir William entry
“So, it’s as we expected” Mr Wycliff’s smirk stretched from ear to ear as Sir William tore into the room as if the devil were at his heels
“I’ll explain later,” Benedict said a Cassandra home”
Mr Wycliff inclined his head “I shall call on you in Jermyn Street and inform you of what occurs here”
The fracas spilling out of the rooave Cassandra and Benedict a second glance as they strolled through the stunned crowd back to their carriage All eyes were upon the lord being dragged onto the gallery, wearing nothing but his shirt and breeches
Neither of thee seat Cassandra rested her head on Benedict’s shoulder, sleep and the need to hts Indeed, they would tackle the matter of her father and Lady Murray in due course
And then there would be hell to pay
Chapter Nineteen
Tregarth ownedNew storage facilities built to house luxury coant buildings But one did not indulge cruel people, and so the setting for a night of mischief and mayhem was a small warehouse beyond the murky street of Lower Shadwell A place frequented by thieves and drunken sailors, men comfortable with criminal activity
“Is it possible to feel terrified and excited at the same time?” Cassandra sat on a wooden crate while Benedict lit the oil la over the rafters
“You’ve spent a lifetihter Now it’s time to make your own rules, follow your own destiny”
Her smile warmed his heart “People reap what they sow I only hope my abductors feel the same sense of desperate despair as I did when I woke in the park wearing nothing but a filthy chemise”
Benedict scanned the da what Lady Murray and the Earl of Worthen would ent with the s of rats searching for food had Cassandra continually looking over her shoulder