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en glow Tristan blinked to focus His heart flew up to his throat, thuled to breathe What had looked like one huge distorted figure now proved to be that of two people

Isabella

Fellows came to a stop a few feet away from Mr Blackwood With his left hand, he held Isabella close to his body, aiht hand at her stomach

“Ah, Mr Blackwood ForgiveI am usually so punctual, but my hackney was forced to make a call in Brook Street to collect the necessary provisions”

The blood roared in Tristan’s ears He blinked rapidly in an attempt to focus Isabella appeared unharh it was not fear that flashed in her eyes; he saw anger

“Do … do you have my money?” Blackwood stammered

Fellows grinned “Do you have my notebook?”

Blackwood held up the brown book “Let Lady Fernall go and we can make our trade”

Fellows chuckled “I am afraid that will not be possible If I am to leave on the next ship to Calcutta, then I must have some assurance you will not intervene No, Lady Fernall will be co with me”

Despite Lord Fernall tugging violently on the sleeve of his coat, Tristan could not contain his volatile erown bush to stand at Mr Blackwood’s side

Fellows tutted “I did wonder which bush you had chosen to hide behind Do you take me for a fool, Lord Morford?”

“Only a fool would think he could get aith murder,” Tristan countered It was hard to take the man seriously when his side-whiskers filled his face “How did you knoas there?”

Fellows shrugged “I followed Mr Blackwood to Lady Fernall’s carriage Even through the fog, I recognised her coachentle to our assignation You really are rather predictable”

Tristan’sbehind the bush He said a silent prayer, hoping the lord’s reluctance to participate, coupled with his cowardly nature, would cause him to remain hidden

“I lack your expertise when it comes to criminal activity” Tristan stared at Isabella She read his silent plea, nodded inconspicuously as a means of reassurance “As you appear to have the upper hand, perhaps you hten us as to your intentions”