horses. And, then, you must leave me.”
“I won’t leave you behind, and I won’t let Waters get away. He is a damn traitor, and needs to be punished.”
“If you don’t go now, you won’t leave these shores alive. You will only be safe once you reach England. Once there, I can’t endanger you anymore.”
“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say, but if you think you’re the reason why I was captured—”
“Don’t you see? We don’t have the time to argue. This is the only way—I don’t want to see you lose your life.”
His eyes sparkled. “You are lovely, Isabella.”
She leaned forward. “My enchantment over The Emperor and some of his men will only last so long—my powers aren’t as strong as I would like them to be. As for Waters, leave him to me, I will make sure he gets what is coming to him.”
“I would say your magic is formidable enough.”
“Unfortunately, my magic isn’t always strong enough to save those I love. For some reason, death always finds them. For that reason, you must go now.”
“I shall be seeing you again.”
“Yes, you will—in your dreams,” she said softly.
He pulled her to him, and kissed her gently, but quickly.
“I…”
“Pray, so no more. We dare not speak of anything else.”
He pushed the door open, and helped her down. Then, he reached in for Napoleon’s limp body. “It could be so easy to kill him right now—”
She inhaled a sharp breath. “You are a spy, not an assassin. Pray do not end him this way. I do not want his blood on your hands. Besides, fate will mete out its own form of justice for this man—I can feel it and almost see it.” She gave him a soft smile. “Now we must stop talking, and start acting.”
He gave her an odd look. The shouts of men closing in on their positions filled their ears.
“You have to go, now. Pray, heed my words, I beg of you.” He hesitated for a few moments longer, long enough to gently caress the side of her cheek. Even though he wore gloves, his tender touch made a sharp shiver rush through her.
She watched as he unhitched one of the saddled horses that led the carriage. He jumped up, and then glanced back at her. “I shall see you in England, my dearest Isabella.”
“I…I do not know about that.”
“Oh, you do. You know we shall meet again. I believe in fate, Duchess. And you are most certainly part of my fate.” He winked at her, and then rode off into the darkness.
She was alone.
Just as she always had been. Just as she always would be.
****
Christopher Brandon, Lord Wyndham, codenamed, The Wolf, looked back at the shores of France. He had left without Isabella. And, until he found his way back to her he would be the Saint without his angel.
He knew she would be arriving in England soon. She would come as one of Napoleon’s spies. And, when she finally landed on English shores, he would be waiting.
Chapter Four
Isabella stared down at the lifeless body of Napoleon. Soon, his guards would arrive. She had to act fast before her duplicity was discovered. She looked down at her lovely frock. She had to make it look as if a struggle had ensued after The Emperor had been knocked out. Closing her eyes, she reached down for the exquisite fabric. It had already been torn on something in the secret passageways. If she were lucky, her look of disarray wouldn’t have been noticed by Boney. As long as she messed her hair up and summoned some womanly tears, she should be able to get out of this fine mess unscathed.
She only hoped that Christopher had reached the English Channel without any complications. If she’d used her powers to put Boney to sleep, and by doing so, risked her life and limb, then the bloody man better have gotten off Scot Free!
She reached up for the pins that held her hair in place and pulled them out. She shook her hair down around her shoulders, and ripped part of her dress off one shoulder. She hoped she looked as if she’d been through a
“I won’t leave you behind, and I won’t let Waters get away. He is a damn traitor, and needs to be punished.”
“If you don’t go now, you won’t leave these shores alive. You will only be safe once you reach England. Once there, I can’t endanger you anymore.”
“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say, but if you think you’re the reason why I was captured—”
“Don’t you see? We don’t have the time to argue. This is the only way—I don’t want to see you lose your life.”
His eyes sparkled. “You are lovely, Isabella.”
She leaned forward. “My enchantment over The Emperor and some of his men will only last so long—my powers aren’t as strong as I would like them to be. As for Waters, leave him to me, I will make sure he gets what is coming to him.”
“I would say your magic is formidable enough.”
“Unfortunately, my magic isn’t always strong enough to save those I love. For some reason, death always finds them. For that reason, you must go now.”
“I shall be seeing you again.”
“Yes, you will—in your dreams,” she said softly.
He pulled her to him, and kissed her gently, but quickly.
“I…”
“Pray, so no more. We dare not speak of anything else.”
He pushed the door open, and helped her down. Then, he reached in for Napoleon’s limp body. “It could be so easy to kill him right now—”
She inhaled a sharp breath. “You are a spy, not an assassin. Pray do not end him this way. I do not want his blood on your hands. Besides, fate will mete out its own form of justice for this man—I can feel it and almost see it.” She gave him a soft smile. “Now we must stop talking, and start acting.”
He gave her an odd look. The shouts of men closing in on their positions filled their ears.
“You have to go, now. Pray, heed my words, I beg of you.” He hesitated for a few moments longer, long enough to gently caress the side of her cheek. Even though he wore gloves, his tender touch made a sharp shiver rush through her.
She watched as he unhitched one of the saddled horses that led the carriage. He jumped up, and then glanced back at her. “I shall see you in England, my dearest Isabella.”
“I…I do not know about that.”
“Oh, you do. You know we shall meet again. I believe in fate, Duchess. And you are most certainly part of my fate.” He winked at her, and then rode off into the darkness.
She was alone.
Just as she always had been. Just as she always would be.
****
Christopher Brandon, Lord Wyndham, codenamed, The Wolf, looked back at the shores of France. He had left without Isabella. And, until he found his way back to her he would be the Saint without his angel.
He knew she would be arriving in England soon. She would come as one of Napoleon’s spies. And, when she finally landed on English shores, he would be waiting.
Chapter Four
Isabella stared down at the lifeless body of Napoleon. Soon, his guards would arrive. She had to act fast before her duplicity was discovered. She looked down at her lovely frock. She had to make it look as if a struggle had ensued after The Emperor had been knocked out. Closing her eyes, she reached down for the exquisite fabric. It had already been torn on something in the secret passageways. If she were lucky, her look of disarray wouldn’t have been noticed by Boney. As long as she messed her hair up and summoned some womanly tears, she should be able to get out of this fine mess unscathed.
She only hoped that Christopher had reached the English Channel without any complications. If she’d used her powers to put Boney to sleep, and by doing so, risked her life and limb, then the bloody man better have gotten off Scot Free!
She reached up for the pins that held her hair in place and pulled them out. She shook her hair down around her shoulders, and ripped part of her dress off one shoulder. She hoped she looked as if she’d been through a
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