and scrambling off the bed, she grabbed his superfine jacket. Hastily she searched the pockets until she pulled out a tiny antique locket that was hidden in the inner lining. It was a decidedly odd piece of jewelry for a man to be carrying, but at the moment Raine’s only concern was that it was clearly made of a fine gold. Tossing aside the jacket, she climbed back on the bed. “Here.” She held her hand out the window to reveal the necklace. “’Tis worth more than you can earn in a month.”
The mud-brown eyes narrowed as a nasty smile twisted his lips. “True enough, but I was thinking on a more intimate sort of reward, if yer know what I mean.”
Raine shuddered in revulsion. She would remain locked in the nursery for the rest of her life before she allowed the man to so much as touch her.
Thankfully she possessed enough faith in her ability to outwit most men. They were so tediously predictable in underestimating women.
“Of course.” She forced a smile to her lips. “I assure you I can be very, very generous.”
He gave a last leer before he was disappearing into the shadows of the house. Raine leaped off the bed and hastily stuffed her hair beneath the crimson hat and wrapped her cape about her.
There were a few minutes of panic as she waited for her rescuer to arrive. For all she knew Philippe was still somewhere within the town house. Or if not him, then at least his servants. And with her current streak of ill luck she would not be the least surprised to have her brief chance of escape snapped from beneath her nose.
At last, after what seemed an eternity, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps and then the scrape of the chair being moved.
Not waiting for her rather grimy Galahad, Raine pushed open the door and darted past his lanky body. She ignored his muttered curse and was oblivious to the fact that he was following closely in her wake. Her entire concentration was centered on making her way down the hall and the narrow stairs without being caught.
Only when she was slipping out of a back door into the garden did she breathe a faint sigh of relief.
It was a relief that was short-lived as a bony hand reached out to grasp her arm in a tight grip.
“This way.” The man tugged her toward the back wall.
Raine allowed herself to be led through the gate, but she dug in her heels when he attempted to pull her down the alley.
“No.” She wrenched her arm free. “My horse is in the stables.”
“Blimey, yer going to get us sent to the gallows,” the man muttered, but he did not try to halt her as she crossed to the stables and cautiously peered through the door.
Raine carefully scanned the shadowed interior of the stables, not daring to move until she was certain that the building was empty.
She didn’t know where the cantankerous Swann or lethal Carlos might be hidden, and at the moment she didn’t care.
“No one here, thank God,” she whispered as she entered the door and moved toward the stalls.
“Aye,” the man behind her rasped. “All alone.”
A pair of arms abruptly grasped her shoulders and pushed her face-first against one of the stalls.
“I believe I’ll have a taste of me reward.” His foul breath brushed her cheek as one of his hands impatiently ran over her jacket. “I’ve never had me a woman dressed as a man.”
Raine resisted the urge to fight his rough touch. Instead she searched the stall for a weapon as she tried to distract her attacker.
“There is no need to rush,” she said in what she hoped was seductive tones. “There is no one near.”
“Aye, I heard that fancy women like it slowlike.”
Raine spotted a shovel set in the near corner of the stall. “Oh, yes, very slow,” she urged as her arm slipped over the gate.
She grimly shut out the feel of the man’s hand as it slipped beneath her jacket. He could do what he liked as long as he remained distracted while she curled her fingers around the handle of the shovel.
His free hand shifted from her shoulder to the waistband of her breeches. Sending up a silent prayer, she tightened her grip on the shovel and, half turning in his arms, she swung the shovel over her shoulder.
It was an awkward swing and it was more luck than skill that allowed her to strike the odious man directly on the temple. He dropped to the floor with a crash and spinning about, Raine was pleased to discover he was dead to the world.
Or perhaps just dead, a tiny voice whispered in the back of her mind as she noticed the deep gash on the side of his head was seeping a worrisome amount of blood.
She bit her lip as guilt stabbed through her. Lud, she had never intended to mortally wound the man. She had only been determined to knock him senseless.
Her stomach briefly heaved before she was sternly squaring her shoulders. The man had been attempting to force himself on her. She would not regret taking whatever means necessary to halt him.
Swallowing her nausea, Raine forced herself to step over his body and moved down the line of stalls. She was too close now to hesitate, she told herself sternly.
Finding her mare at the very back of the stables, Raine reached out her hand to open the gate. It was only then that she realized she still clutched the golden locket in her hand.
She gazed down at it blindly, wondering how the devil she had managed to hang on to it during her struggle.
For a moment she considered dropping it on the floor. She needed no tangible reminders of the past hours. The Lord knew that it was going to be difficult enough to rid her dreams of her brief time in London.
Besides, the necklace had been tucked in a hidden pocket, as if it held a great deal of value to Philippe. Surely a value that was sentimental rather than monetary.
Perhaps a reminder of a lost love who had broken his heart.
With a grim smile, she closed her hand around the locket.
Soon she would be on her horse and leaving London and Philippe Gautier far behind.
The damnable man would discover not to trifle with Miss Raine Wimbourne.
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