By Allison Lane
A bold younger lord, seeing a tender lady floundering in an icy river, instantly dives to her rescue. yet in saving her lifestyles, he nearly loses his personal! while he involves, he reveals himself by myself with the mysterious girl in a small kingdom cottage. And notwithstanding he had effectively shunned the marriage-minded maidens of the "ton" for years, he felt honor-bound to suggest to his appealing benefactor. in any case, they'd spent the evening by myself, and the scandal will be insufferable. however the girl vehemently refuses, and disappears. however the younger lord unearths himself no longer so prepared to enable pass of her, and the chase is on.
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He lacked the imposing physique and arrogance that marked his father and grandfather. When he added his filthy clothing, scrapes, lack of a carriage, and apparent lack of title, he was lucky to be inside at all. And if Sedge was still unconscious, how was he to convince anyone of his identity? He wandered toward the back of the hall—ostensibly to examine a portrait—and watched the butler's progress. Obviously the man was not headed for the bedchambers, so the lordship he was consulting must be Fosdale.
A cool cloth wiped his forehead, bringing momentary relief. A middle-aged woman loomed from the shadows, shrouding his burning body with the hated sheet. “You must stay covered or you'll catch your death. " He moaned. “Escape ... " "Lie quiet,” she ordered sharply, pinning his shoulders to the bed when he tried to sit up. "Where ... ” His voice slurred drunkenly as he searched for the word he needed. "Shush, my lord,” she said. “Drink this. ” Lifting his head, she held a cup to his lips. He gulped thirstily.
As he fought free of a mountain of covers, pain crashed over him in a searing wave. Broken arm, whispered a voice in his head. His right hand traced the makeshift splint. Fetch help, ordered another voice. Drink, commanded a third. He rolled his head to clear it of voices. Horsy screams and cracking wood reverberated through his ears. And the hateful whistle of wind. Escape, escape, escape... ” A cool cloth wiped his forehead, bringing momentary relief. A middle-aged woman loomed from the shadows, shrouding his burning body with the hated sheet.