remove him from her life, posthaste.
A carriage rolled up to meet them. Waters whipped the door open and before she could do anything else, the damn pig pushed her into the carriage, and Christopher let him do it!
“You are going to regret taking me with you,” she said softly.
The interior of the carriage was unusually dark. He followed her into the carriage and eased onto the seat next to her. With a cunning smirk that he didn’t see, Waters slammed the carriage door shut.
She glanced down at the amulet glowing against her skin. She quickly placed her hand over it to conceal it from the man that sat across from them. A shiver ran up and down her spine. She tried swallowing the lump in her throat.
“Why would I regret taking you with me?” Christopher spoke in England. She swallowed the large lump in her throat. The damn fool had just signed his own death warrant.
She had done it again. She’d killed another innocent just by being with him. She was a curse to those that came too close to her.
She had to act fast. She would be damned if she let him die.
“You are going to regret it taking me with you, because only death awaits you this night,” she whispered ominously.
He looked over at her—and then he looked at the man that sat on the red satin squabs across from them. Recognition dawned in his brilliant blue eyes. He’d just realized he’d been betrayed.
“Waters, you are a bloody dead man,” he growled furiously.
She shivered. She didn’t want to be in Water’s boots, but then, her Saint had been cornered. There was no way he’d be able to exact his revenge. He would die this night unless she did something to stop that from happening.
“My dear Mademoiselle, you may rest easy now. You have been rescued. We will take you back to your chambers at Belle Roche, and you can wipe this unfortunate night out of your memory. Your uncle will no doubt be most relieved to see you safe and sound.”
“Your Imperial Majesty, I do thank you.” She moved to sit beside Napoleon. “What fate do you have in store for this horrible devious man?”
“We have reason to believe he is a British spy, my dear. Do not concern yourself with such trivial matters, I will take care of everything.” He patted her hand reassuringly.
She couldn’t let her Saint die. God help her, but her heart already belonged to him.
Closing her eyes, she looked to the heavens, saying a silent prayer.
She concentrated intently with her hand clasped tightly over the amulet. If her natural born talents wouldn’t affect The Wolf, then they had to still work on Napoleon. He of all people wouldn’t be immune…and since they had no witnesses, she could do what she pleased. Her emotions couldn’t get in the way of her powers working, not now. Not when so much hinged on her magic coming through for her—if it didn’t, he would be tortured—and then, killed. The thought of it made her ill.
“You must let him go,” she said, infusing her words with her magic. “You must allow him return to England. It is the only way. And, now you are so drowsy you must sleep.”
“And, now I must sleep,” Napoleon mimicked her instructions. His eyes drooped shut, and his head lolled to the side. Loud snores soon filled the carriage.
“The men outside of this carriage must sleep as well,” she murmured a flash of green light shot through the carriage as her spell was cast on the men outside.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“The Spy and his Duchess make a pretty formidable duo, don’t you think? If you’re worried about the driver and Waters, they are now fast asleep just like his little Imperial Majesty here.” She looked toward the carriage door. “You need to leave, now—your enemies might still lurk in the shadows, and my enchantment only cast over the men I knew were an obstacle for us. Waters betrayed you. And I am saving you. I would call that divine justice. Help me get Napoleon out of the carriage, and you take one of the
A carriage rolled up to meet them. Waters whipped the door open and before she could do anything else, the damn pig pushed her into the carriage, and Christopher let him do it!
“You are going to regret taking me with you,” she said softly.
The interior of the carriage was unusually dark. He followed her into the carriage and eased onto the seat next to her. With a cunning smirk that he didn’t see, Waters slammed the carriage door shut.
She glanced down at the amulet glowing against her skin. She quickly placed her hand over it to conceal it from the man that sat across from them. A shiver ran up and down her spine. She tried swallowing the lump in her throat.
“Why would I regret taking you with me?” Christopher spoke in England. She swallowed the large lump in her throat. The damn fool had just signed his own death warrant.
She had done it again. She’d killed another innocent just by being with him. She was a curse to those that came too close to her.
She had to act fast. She would be damned if she let him die.
“You are going to regret it taking me with you, because only death awaits you this night,” she whispered ominously.
He looked over at her—and then he looked at the man that sat on the red satin squabs across from them. Recognition dawned in his brilliant blue eyes. He’d just realized he’d been betrayed.
“Waters, you are a bloody dead man,” he growled furiously.
She shivered. She didn’t want to be in Water’s boots, but then, her Saint had been cornered. There was no way he’d be able to exact his revenge. He would die this night unless she did something to stop that from happening.
“My dear Mademoiselle, you may rest easy now. You have been rescued. We will take you back to your chambers at Belle Roche, and you can wipe this unfortunate night out of your memory. Your uncle will no doubt be most relieved to see you safe and sound.”
“Your Imperial Majesty, I do thank you.” She moved to sit beside Napoleon. “What fate do you have in store for this horrible devious man?”
“We have reason to believe he is a British spy, my dear. Do not concern yourself with such trivial matters, I will take care of everything.” He patted her hand reassuringly.
She couldn’t let her Saint die. God help her, but her heart already belonged to him.
Closing her eyes, she looked to the heavens, saying a silent prayer.
She concentrated intently with her hand clasped tightly over the amulet. If her natural born talents wouldn’t affect The Wolf, then they had to still work on Napoleon. He of all people wouldn’t be immune…and since they had no witnesses, she could do what she pleased. Her emotions couldn’t get in the way of her powers working, not now. Not when so much hinged on her magic coming through for her—if it didn’t, he would be tortured—and then, killed. The thought of it made her ill.
“You must let him go,” she said, infusing her words with her magic. “You must allow him return to England. It is the only way. And, now you are so drowsy you must sleep.”
“And, now I must sleep,” Napoleon mimicked her instructions. His eyes drooped shut, and his head lolled to the side. Loud snores soon filled the carriage.
“The men outside of this carriage must sleep as well,” she murmured a flash of green light shot through the carriage as her spell was cast on the men outside.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“The Spy and his Duchess make a pretty formidable duo, don’t you think? If you’re worried about the driver and Waters, they are now fast asleep just like his little Imperial Majesty here.” She looked toward the carriage door. “You need to leave, now—your enemies might still lurk in the shadows, and my enchantment only cast over the men I knew were an obstacle for us. Waters betrayed you. And I am saving you. I would call that divine justice. Help me get Napoleon out of the carriage, and you take one of the
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