by Darcy Burke
Ethan gripped the hammer and calculated whether he could use it to disarm Teague. “I was a lad and she was more than willing. And she left me—I had nothing to do with her later choices. I am sorry for her death, but if I hadn’t been her first, she would’ve found someone else.”
“You rotten piece of filth!” Teague spat.
“I’m not going with you,” Ethan said quietly. He tested the hammer’s weight in his hand. “I didn’t kill Wolverton. You’re going to have to fight me.”
Teague shook his head. “Drop the hammer or I’ll put a bullet in you. That’d be a shame since I’d prefer to watch you hang. The other Runner will be here shortly. We’ll shackle you and take you into town where we’ll get a cart to transport you back to London.”
Ethan’s blood turned to ice. The sound of hooves beating against the earth reached his ears and his stomach clenched. The other Runner.
“As I said. Here comes Lewis.” His mouth contorted into a snarl. “Now, drop the hammer.”
Ethan glanced at the road, but there was no horse. Then he saw it racing down the slope from the orphanage. It was sidesaddled and there was a skirt flowing against the horse’s flank. Audrey.
Relief poured through him and he sought to distract Teague so he could gain the upper hand. He grinned toward Audrey. “It’s not Lewis.”
Teague turned, his brow knitting. Ethan lunged forward and used the hammer to knock the pistol from Teague’s hand. The weapon fired into the air, and Teague’s horse darted off.
Teague spun toward him as Audrey bore down on them. She ran her mount at Teague, who fell to the side before he could be trampled.
“Ethan!” she called, bringing her horse to a halt beside him. “Get on.”
He wanted to tell her to get off the horse so he could leave alone, but how in the hell was he going to ride a horse with a sidesaddle? He climbed up, awkwardly, behind her and she maneuvered the animal out to the road. She kicked the horse to a full run.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held on, grateful that she was an excellent horsewoman. Or so he thought. He really had no expertise in the matter.
Her head was bare, her dark curls blowing against his cheeks, evidence perhaps that she’d dropped whatever she was doing and come to his rescue. While part of him thrilled at this notion, the rest of him was cold and dead. She shouldn’t be here with him. She should be back at Bassett Manor where she could be safe.
After a short while, she slowed the horse.
His insides twisted frantically. “Must you slow down?”
“I can’t run Posy that hard for too long.”
Posy? He looked up at the sky and tried to gauge their direction. Southeast of Wootton Bassett, he would guess. What was he going to do with Audrey? “You can’t come with me anymore.”
She shook her head. “I’m not leaving you. I still have money, and you don’t. You need me.”
He’d been alone as long as he could remember. Teague had just reminded him of that. “I don’t need anyone. And I’m fairly certain your informing that farmer the other morning that we were on our way to Wootton Bassett is how Teague found me.” She’d made a simple mistake, and if he wasn’t such a prick he wouldn’t have thrown it in her face. But he needed her to go back, and maybe if she stopped liking him, she would.
“I’m sorry. But I’m not leaving you.” She was quiet a moment, but he sensed she wasn’t finished. “The Runner—Teague?—he followed you an awfully long way. Will you now tell me why he means to arrest you?”
They’d come to a copse of trees, a perfect place to take cover if need be. Audrey brought Posy to a stop.
“What are you doing?” Ethan hissed near her ear.
“Stopping.” She turned her head to look at him. “I just saved you back there, something I’ve been doing for days now, and you still won’t tell me why Bow Street is chasing you all over England. I deserve to know the truth.”
Ethan glared at her, hating that she’d helped him, even as he felt relief and gladness that she really should go with him now. Teague had found him, so there was a chance Gin Jimmy’s men might not be far behind. Ethan’s irritation at his lack of control over the entire situation took hold of his emotions. He slid from the horse, needing to think for a moment. “I never asked you to help me.”
“I’m not leaving.” She followed him, albeit gracelessly, and landed against him. She clasped his arms to steady himself. He cringed as her fingers bit into his wound. She pulled her hands away. “Sorry.” Her eyes hardened. “No, I’m not sorry. And I’m not letting you go alone.”
The sound of approaching horses drew them both to turn. Two riders were bearing down on them, and judging from the way their pistols were pointed, they were either more Runners or worse—Gin Jimmy’s men.
Chapter Ten
ETHAN SHOVED AUDREY to the ground and fell on top of her. So much for her being safe out here.
The report of a pistol sounded. Ethan braced for pain and exhaled when there was nothing. He glanced back and saw one of the men climbing down from his horse, while the other was still riding straight for them. Posy whinnied and ran off.
Ethan rolled off Audrey and dragged her up. “Move!” He ran with her to the trees and pulled her behind a thick trunk. “Can you climb one of these?”
She turned her head to look at him and squeezed his hand. “I’m not leaving you.”
He leaned his head back against the rough wood. “Christ, you’re impossible. You’ll be safer up there.”
“I can’t let you fight both of them. They have pistols.”
“Jagger, there’s nowhere else to run,” one of the men shouted.
Ethan peered around the trunk. A lanky fellow with his pistol cocked moved into the copse. The second one wasn’t visible. Probably reloading his pistol, if he was smart.
Ethan slid the knife from his boot. If he’d learned anything from his years preserving himself, it was to act fast and act sure. He stepped out from behind the tree and launched his knife at the man with the pistol. The blade drove into his flesh just beneath his collarbone. He managed to fire, but the shot came nowhere near Ethan or Audrey.
The lanky man staggered and dropped to his knees, his eyes wide. Ethan ran to him and withdrew the knife. Then he pulled the man’s head by his hair and sliced his throat with a quick flick of his wrist. He dropped the corpse to the ground and spun about before the second man could surprise him, but he hadn’t reappeared.
Ethan moved cautiously toward where they’d stopped their horses. The animals were grazing carelessly, oblivious to the danger around them. But then they weren’t in danger.
Shit, Audrey.
Ethan pivoted and rushed back toward the tree where he’d left her. Too late.
The second man, a thick-chested brute, had Audrey by the waist. He clutched a pistol against her side, but the real threat was the blade pressed to her throat.
“Come with me, Jagger, an’ I’ll let yer gel go.”
Audrey’s skin had gone deathly gray. Her wide, aqua eyes were fixed on Ethan.
Ethan clutched the knife in his hand and considered his options, not one of which was leaving with this prick. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t play along. “How do you want to do this?”
“Drop the knife,” the man said, “then get down on your knees.”
“You going to kill me or take me back to Gin Jimmy? That is why you’ve come, isn’t it?”
“Ye’re a smart lad, but then we all know that.”
“You won’t be able to take him alone,” Audrey said, her voice sounding small but strong. She never failed to surprise Ethan with her bravery.
The rogue grinned and moved his mouth far too close to Audrey’s ear. “I don’t plan to. There’s another pair of gents just behind us.”
Audrey flinched. Ethan’s patience was wearing thin. He wanted to end this. Now. But if he missed . . .
The man’s grin turned into a malevolent sneer. He dug the knife into Audrey’s neck until
a drop of blood appeared. “Drop the blade, Jagger.”
Ethan didn’t hesitate. He threw the weapon and prayed his aim was true. The knife speared into the man’s jugular. His eyes rolled and he stumbled backward.
Audrey swayed. Ethan rushed forward and caught her. “I have you!” He looked into her eyes and tried to give her some strength. But he couldn’t stay with her. Not yet.
He squeezed her arms and dashed to where the man had fallen to the ground. His eyes stared at the treetops, and his mouth sputtered as blood leaked from between his lips.
Ethan pulled his knife from his neck. Blood spilled from the wound, staining the dirt beneath him in an ever-widening pool of black-red.
Ethan wiped the blade on the man’s coat and replaced it in his boot. They needed to get out of there in case there really were two more men coming. He wasn’t sure he believed that, but wouldn’t take the chance.
He walked back to Audrey, who’d turned to watch what he’d done. He lightly clasped her arm and drew her away. “Don’t look.”
He guided her quickly through the trees, silently cursing that they had to walk past the other dead man. She kept her gaze focused straight ahead.
“On the brighter side of things,” he said, “we have two saddled horses to take us where we’re going.” There was no question now that she had to come with him.
She pulled her arm away from him. “I’m not going with you.” She didn’t make eye contact, but maintained her vacant stare. She’d changed her mind?
“I’m afraid you must. You heard him. There are more men coming.”
“I’ll ride back to Wootton Bassett. It’s what you want, isn’t it?” She’d sounded so resolute in the copse—frightened, but still brave. Now, she sounded defeated. Broken.
Ethan hated himself more than he had ever thought possible in that moment. But what choice did he have? He couldn’t let those men hurt her. Or take him.
He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at him. “You’re coming with me. I had thought you’d be safe this far from London, but clearly that’s not the case. We need to keep going.”
“Fox will see to my safety once I get back.”
He used his sternest voice, knew that he wasn’t helping matters, but they didn’t have time to debate this. “You’re not listening to me, Audrey. Get on the horse.” He pulled her to the nearest one and tried to push her to get on.
She resisted, elbowing him in the process. “Let me go!”
He’d shocked her, like that night on the road near Hounslow when he’d killed the highwayman. She’d work through this and accept it as necessary, just like she had before. At least, he hoped she would.
He slid his hands on either side of her head and flattened her back against the side of the animal. “Audrey.” He pressed his fingers gently against her scalp. “You’re not thinking clearly. I know that was traumatic. But I had to kill them. It was that, or let them kill me, because that’s the only other way that would’ve ended.”
Emotion finally entered her eyes, dark and soul-piercing. “Why won’t you go back to Wootton Bassett? Bow Street is a better alternative than having to kill to stay alive.”
He wouldn’t argue with her that fighting for his life was second nature, that he’d rather kill a thousand of Gin Jimmy’s hirelings than take his chances with the hangman’s noose.
Why he finally decided to be honest with her, he didn’t know. He just knew he needed her to come with him and he’d do anything to make that happen. He leaned closer and stared into her eyes. “Because I’m wanted for murder and I’ve no wish to dangle from a rope.”
AUDREY ENDURED THE next day and a half with barely a word to Ethan. They’d ridden well past dark the previous night, but the moon had lit their way to a small inn on the outskirts of Bath. Ethan would’ve preferred to sleep in a barn again, but they’d had to change horses. They’d ridden theirs too hard for too long. So they’d found a coaching inn where they’d replaced their mounts—which included acquiring a ladies’ saddle for Audrey—and slept for a few hours.
That early morning stop seemed forever ago, though it was only dusk of the same day. They’d just skirted the town of Glastonbury—they avoided entering any place that was too populated—and Ethan had informed her a while ago that they’d stop when they reached Street, a small village a few miles away. He still didn’t trust her enough to share their ultimate destination. If he hadn’t been so purposeful in their travel, she might’ve doubted he even had one.
Weariness overcame her and she closed her eyes as her mount plodded along. She’d slept last night, early this morning really, out of pure exhaustion, but the images of the men Ethan had killed permeated her dreams. She didn’t really blame him, not when he’d done it to save their lives. The part she couldn’t quite process was the ease with which he’d done it. He’d thrown that knife as if he’d done it every day of his life, and he’d shown the same remorse one might when one squashed a fly, which is to say none. And now she knew the truth of his escape from London: Bow Street wanted to arrest him for murder. She’d been too stunned to ask for more information, too overwhelmed by the events that had transpired.
“You’re not falling asleep are you?” His voice, coming from her right, jolted her eyes open.
“No.”
“I know you’re tired. We’re nearly there,” he said.
“To Street, but where after that? I wish you would tell me. I won’t tell anyone.”
His mouth pressed into a tight line. “I can’t afford for you to let it slip by accident.”
She glared at him. “I’m not a simpleton.”
“I didn’t say you were, but you’re also not skilled in deception.”
She thought of the times she’d fooled everyone at Lockwood House into thinking she was a man. “I’m better at that than you think.”
He cast her a sidelong glance. “Indeed?”
“Don’t ask me about it. I’ll be as closemouthed as you.” She actually took solace in having a secret to keep from him. “Don’t think that your revelation yesterday has softened my temper.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He sounded amused, the blighter.
She was so bloody tired of his half-answers and cheeky attitude. She drew her horse to a stop. He rode a few yards in front of her before stopping and turning back.
She walked her horse up beside him. “Did you commit murder? Aside from yesterday. And the highwayman. And that boy you killed when you were younger.” Four people. He’d killed at least four people. She shouldn’t be surprised if there were more.
“Are you asking me if I did what Bow Street is accusing me of? No, I did not.”
Some of the tension leaked out of her, causing her frame to wilt a little. Instinctively, she believed him, but why? What cause had he given her to trust him? He’d kept her safe, protected her at the greatest of costs. But he still wouldn’t open himself to her.
“Why should I believe you?” She held up her hand to stop him from speaking, though realizing he likely wouldn’t have said a word—at least not on that subject. “Never mind. I don’t care to know. I only want to get wherever we’re going. Do you want to leave me there too?”
His jaw clenched as he stared at her. At length he finally answered. “I don’t know.”
Maybe he didn’t have a destination. He hadn’t before. “Do you even know where we’re going?”
“Yes. Very far from London. Someplace I hope you’ll be safe.”
She tried to conceive of where he might take her, but then how would she know anything that went on in his secretive mind? She was surprised to hear that he even knew of anyone or any place outside London, let alone “very far” away. “You thought I’d be safe in Wootton Bassett.”
His stare turned into a glower. “For now, we need to keep moving. I’ll figure out what to do when we get where we’re going.”
She’d had enough of his cavalier behavior. “You’ll figure out what to do. Am I not to be consulted?”
He tore his gaze from hers. “Dammit, Audrey, I’m trying to do what’s best for you.”
She sharpened her tone. “My parents have also tried to do what’s best for me—in their opinion. I think I should like to decide what’s best for me. That’s the reason I came with you.”
He glanced at her, but his expression was unreadable. “We need to find a place to stay.” He kicked his horse forward. Since she didn’t want to linger in the middle of nowhere, she followed him. “To conserve money, we can’t stay at an inn every night. I’d like to find a cottage or a house that might take us in. A vicarage would be good—they’re keen on helping others.”
That made sense. “You plan to simply ask for lodging?”
“You’re expecting a child, and we can’t travel anymore today.”
“What?” It was a good thing she was on a horse, because if she’d been walking, she would’ve tripped.
He shot her as sidelong glance. “We want them to take pity on us. Do you have a better idea?”
No, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. Two days ago, the idea of pretending such nonsense would’ve made her laugh. She’d enjoyed faking their engagement in Wootton Bassett. She’d never felt more alive, more wanted. “And why are we traveling on horseback with nothing but the clothes on our backs?”
“I’m your brother and I’m helping you escape your abusive husband.”
Her brother. So much for a sham romance. She looked over at Ethan. He looked like a farmer in his floppy hat, but beneath the brim was the visage of a hard man, a criminal who’d seen and done unspeakable things. His kisses had enthralled her, but what more could he promise her? He’d done her a great service by sending her back to her room the other night, and if she were smart she’d welcome any space between them.