rough ordeal.
Dragging in a large breath of air, she dropped to her knees by Bonaparte’s lifeless form. Touching the emerald, she activated her powers.
In the next instant, he was gasping for air. His face had gone bright red. His eyes bulged out of his eye sockets. Bloodthirsty rage flickered in his eyes.
“Your Imperial Majesty, thank the heavens you are alive!” she said, her voice breathy. “I feared the worst when that mad Englishman got the better of us. He threw me aside, and then, he went for you. I was barely able to pull him off you, after which, he turned on me. He was going to ravish me, except you gained your bearings, and you managed to pull him off me. You were ever so heroic. You called for the guards, but Waters over there betrayed us. The guards managed to knock him out before the English churl got to them as well, knocking them senseless. Then, the two of you struggled, and you knocked your head, while you were disoriented, he ran off with one of your horses. You were so courageous. I have never seen such a thing in all of my days.”
“I do not recall anything whatsoever. The knock to my head must have affected my memory. That English knave must be apprehended, I will have his head for this outrageous act! As for Waters, he shall be shot at dawn. I do not tolerate betrayal.”
He seemed to be gobbling her story right up. That meant she might just get out of this scrape alive. He caught her hand within his large thick one. For being such a short man, his hands were quite large. The strength within them could be her undoing if she were to fall prey to his ill-tempered side.
“I pray you will not blame yourself, Mademoiselle. Come with me, we shall go back to the Belle Roche, and you can put this bothersome incident out of your head. My men will have an easy time tracking down that filthy blasted British spy.”
“Ah, but you use your own spies, my lord.”
“Yes, I do…but my spies are working for me. Therefore, they are on the side of truth and justice.”
“You are a cunning man, my lord.”
“I do try, my dear. Ah, here are my men now they must have heard the struggle and that bastard’s daring escape, we can only hope they have captured him.” He shouted out orders to the men that had just rode up and told them to remove the still unconscious driver and take Waters away to be put in irons. “Now, then,” he murmured, turning his attention back to her. “We shall get back into my carriage. The driver will have us back at the Chateau in mere minutes. You’ll need to get your sleep, Mademoiselle. Tomorrow, your training shall begin, after which, you will be sent on to England.”
“I understand.” She felt the blood slowly drain from her cheeks.
“Don’t be afraid, Mademoiselle. You shall be fine. ”
“Thank you, my lord.”
Her mind wandered while he helped her back into the carriage. Settling onto the satin squabs, she barely noticed his hand on hers. Her thoughts were still focused on Christopher. The entire atmosphere of the carriage still held his imprint.
“On second thought, my darling, perhaps, you should come back with me to my chambers. At least then, I’ll be able to protect you from any further harm and we can comfort each other.”
Her skin crawled and her heart raced.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my lord.” Heat worked its way up her body from the pit of her stomach. She knew one thing, she wouldn’t be doing tonight. She wouldn’t be allowing Napoleon to touch her. Not in the way he planned. How could she?
If she did, she would feel as if she was betraying Christopher, and she couldn’t bear that. He was the only man for her, he’d always been the only man for her. As a young lass, he’d bewitched her, and now, that as a woman, her love for him had been reignited. Christopher’s touch was the only touch she ever wanted to feel, and the sensations of his touch still lingered on her skin
Napoleon would be with her in her dreams,
Dragging in a large breath of air, she dropped to her knees by Bonaparte’s lifeless form. Touching the emerald, she activated her powers.
In the next instant, he was gasping for air. His face had gone bright red. His eyes bulged out of his eye sockets. Bloodthirsty rage flickered in his eyes.
“Your Imperial Majesty, thank the heavens you are alive!” she said, her voice breathy. “I feared the worst when that mad Englishman got the better of us. He threw me aside, and then, he went for you. I was barely able to pull him off you, after which, he turned on me. He was going to ravish me, except you gained your bearings, and you managed to pull him off me. You were ever so heroic. You called for the guards, but Waters over there betrayed us. The guards managed to knock him out before the English churl got to them as well, knocking them senseless. Then, the two of you struggled, and you knocked your head, while you were disoriented, he ran off with one of your horses. You were so courageous. I have never seen such a thing in all of my days.”
“I do not recall anything whatsoever. The knock to my head must have affected my memory. That English knave must be apprehended, I will have his head for this outrageous act! As for Waters, he shall be shot at dawn. I do not tolerate betrayal.”
He seemed to be gobbling her story right up. That meant she might just get out of this scrape alive. He caught her hand within his large thick one. For being such a short man, his hands were quite large. The strength within them could be her undoing if she were to fall prey to his ill-tempered side.
“I pray you will not blame yourself, Mademoiselle. Come with me, we shall go back to the Belle Roche, and you can put this bothersome incident out of your head. My men will have an easy time tracking down that filthy blasted British spy.”
“Ah, but you use your own spies, my lord.”
“Yes, I do…but my spies are working for me. Therefore, they are on the side of truth and justice.”
“You are a cunning man, my lord.”
“I do try, my dear. Ah, here are my men now they must have heard the struggle and that bastard’s daring escape, we can only hope they have captured him.” He shouted out orders to the men that had just rode up and told them to remove the still unconscious driver and take Waters away to be put in irons. “Now, then,” he murmured, turning his attention back to her. “We shall get back into my carriage. The driver will have us back at the Chateau in mere minutes. You’ll need to get your sleep, Mademoiselle. Tomorrow, your training shall begin, after which, you will be sent on to England.”
“I understand.” She felt the blood slowly drain from her cheeks.
“Don’t be afraid, Mademoiselle. You shall be fine. ”
“Thank you, my lord.”
Her mind wandered while he helped her back into the carriage. Settling onto the satin squabs, she barely noticed his hand on hers. Her thoughts were still focused on Christopher. The entire atmosphere of the carriage still held his imprint.
“On second thought, my darling, perhaps, you should come back with me to my chambers. At least then, I’ll be able to protect you from any further harm and we can comfort each other.”
Her skin crawled and her heart raced.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my lord.” Heat worked its way up her body from the pit of her stomach. She knew one thing, she wouldn’t be doing tonight. She wouldn’t be allowing Napoleon to touch her. Not in the way he planned. How could she?
If she did, she would feel as if she was betraying Christopher, and she couldn’t bear that. He was the only man for her, he’d always been the only man for her. As a young lass, he’d bewitched her, and now, that as a woman, her love for him had been reignited. Christopher’s touch was the only touch she ever wanted to feel, and the sensations of his touch still lingered on her skin
Napoleon would be with her in her dreams,
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