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Miss Atwood came to an abrupt halt “How did you know someone broke the kitchen ? I never mentioned it”

Lucius was considering how best to tackle the next revelation when a carriage turned into Half Moon Street The vehicle slowed as it drew near, which would have been nothing unusual had so open the door and vaulted to the pavement

“Grab the wo a pistol fro it at Lucius

Chapter Five

The attack happened quickly

Fear wrapped its sharp fingers around Sybil’s throat when the burly coachman took aim and fired his pistol at Mr Daventry

A bright flash, a puff of sht air Sybil screamed—her protector didn’t deserve to die like this She screarabbed her around the waist and hauled her backwards

By God’s grace, Mr Daventry anticipated the trajectory of the lead ball With reentle to his feet, unscathed

“Hurry up, fools!” The driver tugged on the reins to slow the carriage “Get her in the damn coach”

The brute, whose grip was as lethal as his foul breath, squeezed the air frole, Sybil kicked his shins, though he barely flinched Then his accorabbed hold of her feet

“Get off ly brute!”

Mr Daventry drew his pistol and fired

The coachh the chaos as the ball hit his upper arm The shot spooked the horses But despite his injury, the coach halt

Mr Daventry ran, vaulted up onto the box and punched the driver hard in the face A fight ensued Vicious grunts and groans echoed along the deserted street

The glow of candlelight appeared in the upperof the house opposite No one raised the sash and called for the watch downstairs to offer their assistance Not even when the brutes threw Sybil into the vehicle and clambered inside