by Darcy Burke
After several blinks, Mother Dean nodded. “All right then.” She rang a bell and after a lengthy wait, Nan appeared, carrying a candle.
Audrey suppressed a relieved grin. Her happiness faded as Mother Dean cuffed Nan. “Took ye long enough.”
Nan massaged her ear and murmured an apology.
“Take ’er to the common room.” Mother Dean gave Audrey one last assessing glance. She grinned suddenly. “Aye, ye’re goin’ to make me a pretty penny. Just look at ’er titties, Nan!” She laughed and disappeared the way she’d come.
Nan glanced at Audrey before pivoting away from her. “Come along then. I need to fetch a girl on our way.”
Audrey touched Nan’s shoulder. “Nan, it’s me, Audrey. Jagger’s . . . woman.”
Nan swung around and leaned toward her, scrutinizing Audrey’s face by the light of the sconce flickering a short distance away. Her eyes widened. “I didn’t recognize you.” Her gaze turned appreciative. “Who made up your face?”
“I can trust you to help me, can’t I, Nan?”
Nan’s shoulders arched and her features tightened with fear. She backed up a step. “Please don’t ask me to do nothin’.”
Audrey’s hope was dwindling fast. “Nan, you’d help Jagger if you could, wouldn’t you? We have a plan to rescue him—and you. Wouldn’t you like to leave St. Giles?”
Nan’s shoulders relaxed and she moved closer, until she was barely a hand width away. “I’d like that above all else, but how do you mean to do it?”
“I can’t get into the specifics, but there will be a time, when they take Jagger outside tomorrow morning, for those who support him to come forward and assist with his liberation.” Audrey spoke with as much detachment as she could muster, though discussing his impending execution made her want to toss up her accounts.
Nan raised a hand to her mouth. “Bloody ’ell.”
“Nan, you must only tell people you absolutely trust. We can’t let Gin Jimmy know of this plan.”
After a series of violent nods, Nan lowered her hand. “I understand, and I’ll do what I can What’re you goin’ to do now?”
“I’d like to get to Eth—er, Jagger.” She needed to tell him about their plan and give him the knife stashed in her boot.
Nan shook her head sadly. “I can’t get directly to ’im. ’E’s in the ‘eart o’ Jimmy’s den.” She looked down and fidgeted with the candlestick. “I could get you close. I’m supposed to take a girl to Jimmy.”
Before she could think better of it, Audrey said, “Take me.”
Nan’s head shot up and she gaped at Audrey. “You can’t mean it.”
“Yes, I do. Just get me over there and I’ll figure out a way to get to Ethan.” Armed with a knife in her boot and a pistol against her thigh, she was optimistic about her chances. Perhaps foolishly so, but Ethan’s life was at stake and she wouldn’t let him go without a fight. “Could I beg one more favor of you? There’s a man in the common room. Athletic looking fellow, attractive, dark hair, very nice blue eyes, goes by the name Scot. Could you let him know where I am?”
Loud voices came from the other end of the corridor. Nan jumped. “We should go. I’ll take you the back way.” She led Audrey through a doorway and along a narrow passage. At the end, she slowly opened a door. The hinges creaked their arrival like a warning bell.
“Wot took ye so long?” thundered a deep voice.
“We just got a new girl in. I had to get ’er.” Nan’s voice trembled and Audrey prayed the young woman wouldn’t give her away.
Audrey stepped into a small hallway with several doors leading from it. Filling the close space was a huge man with a mane of dark, scraggly hair, and a chest as wide as two Nans. He raked her with a lustful stare, his focus settling on the too-tight and too-low bodice of her gown. Her fingers itched to grasp the pistol strapped to her thigh.
The man chuckled, a low sound that rumbled in Audrey’s chest. “Lucky prick. Let’s see ’im say no to this one.” He inclined his head toward a door, which was being unlocked by a much smaller man.
Fear and bile rose up Audrey’s throat. She could go into that room to God-knew-what awaited her or she could take on two men and try to find Ethan. She hesitated too long. The hulking brute of a man grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, propelling her toward the now open door. The smaller man pushed her inside and before she could regain her footing, the door closed behind her. She spun about and tried to push it open, but the lock clicked.
“Audrey?”
Relief poured through her at the sound of her name in that familiar voice. She pivoted and took in the pallet, the chain, and the man. Her heart tripped.
Ethan.
She rushed forward and threw her arms around his neck. His hands came around her back. She felt the chain graze her waist and realized he was shackled to the wall.
She drew back but couldn’t let him go. She clasped his shoulders as she studied his face. He looked untouched, his face as handsome as ever. “You’re all right?”
“No.” The word was low and dark.
She clutched at him, digging her fingers into the silk of his waistcoat. “What have they done to you?” She moved one hand down over his chest, lightly rubbing as she searched for some sign of injury.
His hand came over hers, stilling her movements. “I’m not all right because you’re here. Why the hell have you come back?” He hissed the question at her instead of yelling it, but his fury was evident in the set of his mouth and the glacial tint to his eyes.
“To save you.”
“Keep your voice down!” Again, he spoke quietly but with a clear tone of angry authority. “You can’t save me.”
She touched his face, her heart aching at the sacrifice he’d been ready to make for her. “I’m not alone.”
He ran his hand through his black hair, tousling it and reminding her of what he looked like in the morning. “Blood of Christ. I suppose my brother’s involved. Tell me he isn’t here.”
“No. They’ll come tomorrow”—she refused to think about all the things that could go wrong—“when they take you outside.”
“You came alone?”
She didn’t think he could sound any angrier, but she’d been mistaken. “Jason’s manservant, Scot, escorted me here.”
“I know who Scot is,” he growled. “And he’ll be the first one I thrash if their ridiculous plan works. Though, given that you’ve ended up in here with me, I have to assume it won’t.”
Audrey pressed her lips together. It was a good thing she was used to having enough optimism for the both of them. “I can see how it’s going to be for the rest of our lives. You always seeing how things will fail, and me patiently explaining to you how they will not. How together we can overcome anything.”
His features relaxed a bit as some of the ire dissipated in his eyes. He exhaled. “Audrey, I would dearly love for you to spend the rest of our lives proving me utterly wrongheaded. However, you must accept that may not be possible.”
Where was the man who survived at any cost? “I accept no such thing. You think our plan isn’t working, but I’m here. With you. Just as I intended to be.”
“An utterly foolish move.”
“No. I’m not foolish.” She lifted her skirt and pulled the knife from her boot. Then she flashed the pistol against her thigh. “I’m armed.”
He sucked in air between his teeth. “Holy hell, Audrey.”
“I came to inform you of the plan and to give you a knife. The pistol is for me.” She dropped her skirt and held the blade in her palm. “There will be an uprising of support for you. When they march you outside, we’ll get you away from Gin Jimmy.”
He seemed to relax a bit. “Yes, that is how I hoped it might work. Minus your participation. I’m going to gleefully kill Carlyle.”
She caressed his cheek. “You’ll do no such thing. You’re a new man, remember?”
He took the knife from her. “I doubt there’ll be an ‘uprising’ of any kin
d.”
She hated his defeatism. “Try to have some faith—I know it’s not something you’re used to. I saw how many of Jimmy’s men were conflicted when you were trying to persuade them to your cause. I’m confident we’ll be able to rouse enough support to free you.”
He cradled the side of her face and leaned in close. “And what if you don’t?” he whispered, so near she could almost taste him. “If the plan fails and I am hanged, what will happen to you, my love? What danger have you put yourself in for me? I don’t deserve your kindness. Or your love.”
Her heart was creaking beneath the weight of his words, but she wouldn’t show it. “Still, you have it. My love—all I have to give is yours.”
“Audrey,” he breathed. “Jimmy isn’t going to let me go without a fight. He’s ruthless on his best day, but to him, my defection—if you want to call it that, and he does—is personal. Is one of you prepared to kill him? Because that’s what it will take to set me free.”
She knew he was asking if she was prepared to kill him. “Why is it so personal?”
Ethan let go of her and backed up against the wall. He turned the knife between his fingers, his movements adept and strangely soothing to watch. “He was the only person who believed in me, even if it was for the wrong reasons. He taught me how to defend myself and how to be a damned good thief. There are many times he saved my life—and I his. He was as much a father to me as my own before he died.”
She heard the pain and also the nostalgia in his voice. How difficult it must be to have loved—or maybe even still love—someone so horrible. But he hadn’t been horrible to Ethan. At least not until now. “You’re certain he wouldn’t have just allowed you to leave?”
“No, and he affirmed that last night. I regret that it took me so long to see that relationship for what it was . . . ” He shook his head, his hand stilled. “Twisted.”
She resisted the urge to touch him, sensing he needed space, if just for a moment. “He was all you had. I understand, Ethan. Stop blaming yourself for past mistakes. What’s important is who you are now.”
“Your faith in me is relentless.” He pierced her with his familiar, provocative stare. “Tell me this plan of yours.”
“I have a helper inside the Cup and Burrow. She’s seeking assistance for us right now.”
He arched a brow at her.
Audrey swatted at his shoulder. “Stop being so skeptical! Will you accept for even a moment that other people might have your best interests at heart and others will rise to the occasion? Or must you believe the worst of everyone?”
His brow climbed even higher. “Since I think you know how I’ll answer that, I’ll just be quiet.” This banter reminded her of their time together after they’d fled London. She didn’t want it to end.
He held up the knife. “The weapon is a nice addition. I do thank you for that. While I appreciate the plan, I should like to launch a surprise attack when they open the door. However, that won’t be for quite some time. I believe you’re supposed to provide an experience that will carry me to my eternal rest.”
“I shall provide a lifetime of them.” She swayed toward him, angling her chest first up and then down to draw his attention. As planned, his eyes locked on her bared flesh. She grazed her breasts against his chest. She curled her hand around his neck and brushed her lips against his jaw.
“Since I am without footwear at present, I’m going to put this back in yours.” He leaned down and hiked her skirt to her knee, then slid the knife between her stocking and the edge of her boot. “Do you know, there’s something quite thrilling about you bedecked in weaponry. It brings to mind your scandalous gentleman’s attire when we first began this adventure. Wholly unexpected yet strangely alluring.” He pressed a soft kiss to her neck.
Need poured through her like a torrent. She curled her fingers around his forearm and brought them down to the cold metal around his wrist. “I don’t suppose there’s any way we can get this off.”
“There’s nothing in this room save the pallet. And while your weapons are helpful—and attractive,” he said with a sultry smile, “they won’t pick the lock.” His smile spread into a wide grin as he fixated on her hair.
She smoothed her hand over the curls, unsurprised that a few had sprung free, as usual. “What?”
“Your lovely, necessary, terribly useful hairpins.”
She withdrew one from her hair and held it out to him.
He slid the hairpin into the lock and worked it around. “They should’ve shackled my left hand because then I probably wouldn’t be able to do this.”
“Because you’re left-handed.” She remembered the first time she noticed that, during their first waltzing lesson. He’d compared himself to the devil. At the time, she’d thought he was merely being flirtatious, but now she knew he’d meant it. Beneath all of his arrogance and showmanship, his true opinion of himself was poor indeed.
The lock clicked and the shackle fell open. He caught it as he looked up at her and smiled, then quickly put his finger to his lips. “We don’t want them knowing I’m no longer confined,” he said extra quietly.
She nodded as she took the metal from his wrist and set it gently on the floor. “It’s a good thing you’re such an expert thief, else you’d still be wearing this.”
“You could argue that if I hadn’t been an expert thief, I wouldn’t be here in the first place.” He took her hand and pulled her against him. His mouth crushed over hers in a fierce kiss.
Her body responded instantly. She twined her arms around his neck and kissed him back, eager for his touch and amazed that she could want him so desperately despite the danger they faced. But maybe that was the source of her need. He gave her strength and courage and made her feel like she could do anything, be anyone.
He spun her about so that her back was against the wall. He dragged his mouth from hers, nipping at her lower lip. “You look so different. Who applied your cosmetics?”
“Olivia—Saxton’s wife. She worked in the theater for a short time.”
“You look rather exotic. Add in the weapons and this gown . . . it’s almost like you’re someone else.” His gaze dipped to her breasts. “You may have to wear this costume for me again.”
Her pulse quickened and warmth suffused her—he was beginning to have hope! “Only in the privacy of our bedroom. I’m not terribly fond of putting myself on public display.”
“Neither am I. Though I am beyond grateful that you would do that for me.” He kissed her throat and stroked his tongue along the underside of her chin. “What happened to my shy, blushing Audrey?”
She tipped her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensations he was igniting. “It seems you’ve changed me.”
He trailed his mouth down her neck and brought his hand beneath her breast. He curved his palm around her and brushed his thumb over the edge of her gown, grazing her flesh. Then his mouth was there, sucking at the top of her breast. She arched forward, offering herself to his attention. But she wanted more. “My gown,” she breathed.
“We can’t disrobe,” he said against her flesh. “We need to be ready. Hell, we probably shouldn’t even be doing this.” He palmed her breast, then dipped his fingers inside of her bodice to find the stiff peak. His mouth, hot and open, was back at her throat while he pulled at her nipple.
Heat streamed to her core. Had he said they shouldn’t be making love? She tugged at his hair as she held his head close to her. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t if I wanted to.” His teeth tugged at her ear. “Which I don’t.” His hand left her breast, but for good reason. He hiked her skirt up, baring her calf, her knee, her thigh. “Hold this.”
She complied, clasping her bunched up skirt at her waist while his fingers found her center. She moaned as he stroked her flesh. Already her orgasm was building. “I’m finding it difficult to be quiet.”
“So don’t be. These are the sounds they expect to hear.
Let’s give them a show.” He thrust his finger inside of her and she gasped. “Yes, like that, only louder.”
“More.” She let herself go, moaning and encouraging him.
His hand left her and she opened her eyes, afraid that someone had perhaps interrupted them. But no, he was opening his fall and then his hot flesh was nudging against her. He lifted her against the wall. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She braced her hands on his shoulders and did as he bade, encircling his waist with her legs. He positioned himself at her entrance and drove inside of her, pinning her to the wall. She cried out as he filled her.
His hand came up and cupped the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Look at me, Audrey.”
She opened her eyes and saw her own need and desire reflected in his gaze. And love. “I love you,” she whispered.
He kissed her, his lips playing over hers softly at first, and then he thrust his tongue inside of her, mimicking the stroke of his cock. He drove up into her, his flesh rubbing against her, coaxing her release.
Pleasure unfurled within her, slowly at first and then at lightning speed. He tore his mouth from hers and slammed her against the wall with his thrusts. Her orgasm broke over her. All she could see was light. All she felt was ecstasy. All she heard were his moans and the relentless sound of him moving inside of her. He stiffened and shouted his release. Then he buried his face in her neck.
Ethan’s legs quivered as his orgasm subsided. He inhaled Audrey’s delicious scent—a combination of lavender and spice—and was overwhelmed with the gift of her. He wished he could give her the fairy-tale ending she deserved, but he’d settle for just getting her out of St. Giles alive. And if, by some chance, he got out too, he’d choke every one of those pricks who’d put her in danger.
He continued to hold her, as tremors coursed through her body. Or maybe they were his. He wasn’t quite sure where she ended and he began. He kissed her neck as he slowly withdrew from her. Gently, he eased her legs from his waist and guided them to the floor.
