Temptation In Regency Society. Margaret McPhee

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      Dominic pushed his chair back, its battered legs scraping tracks through the sawdust that covered the floor.

      ‘I think I will call it a night,’ he said to the others and gestured for his hat and gloves to be brought.

      Several faces looked up, surprise soon turning to menace.

      Even Bullford seemed caught unawares. ‘A tad early for you, Arlesford.’

      ‘Certainly is, your Grace,’ said a large ruffian employed by the establishment. ‘Stay, see if you can win back them golden guineas that you’ve lost.’

      ‘Perhaps another night, gentlemen,’ he said.

      The men did not look pleased, but Dominic met their gaze directly, knowing that he could handle himself against them. They looked back but only for a moment, then deliberately moved their attention elsewhere.

      Hunter stood by his side.

      ‘Best not leave Northcote here. They will only chew him up all the more and spit him out afterwards,’ he said quietly to Hunter.

      So the two of them guided Northcote out into the street.

      After the haze of cigar and pipe smoke within the den the clear chilled night air seemed to hit Northcote so hard that the boy staggered.

      Dominic hailed a hackney carriage and helped Hunter manoeuvre Northcote into it.

      ‘You are not coming with us?’ Hunter asked.

      Dominic met his friend’s eyes. An unspoken understanding passed between them.

      ‘You do not have your cane with you tonight,’ said Hunter.

      Dominic said nothing, just looked at his friend resolutely.

      Hunter gave a sigh. ‘Very well. Just have a care if you are so intent on walking to her,’ said Hunter. ‘The coves back there were not too keen to let you go. It is only a little 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 СКАЧАТЬ