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“Yes, perfectly. In fact, he is better than I’ve ever seen him.”
Eloise looked at the guards in confusion, but they just stood stonily looking ahead. She turned back to Helen. “What did he say?”
“He… he told me to leave,” she stammered.
“Pardon me?”
Helen blinked and shook her head. “He said that he is well taken care of here. And that it would be better if he stayed here for a while longer. He said… he said that I should go home.”
“The master has prepared a carriage for you,” one of the guards said.
Eloise narrowed her eyes at him. “So, this was the plan all along? To get rid of her, make her think that everything’s well, and then what?”
“We only do what the master tells us.”
“Oh, what a load of crap!”
“Eloise, please. You have to help me.” Helen grabbed her by the arms. “Does this master listen to you? Can you persuade him to let us both go?”
Eloise bit on her lip.The masterhad not deemed it important to see her in two days. But she wasn’t about to leave her new friend in peril.
“Where is he?” She turned to the guards again.
They shrugged and pretended to look ahead.
“Very well.” Eloise took a deep breath. “You stay here and do not move,” she instructed Helen.
Helen planted her feet apart and crossed her arms over her chest. She was frail and thin, and compared to the two huge guards framing her, she looked absolutely tiny. But she had a grimace of determination on her face, and Eloise could tell that she wouldn’t give up with a fight.
Well, Eloise hoped that if it came down to it, that Helen would at least scratch the pompous guards.
Eloise hurried away from the dungeon, not entirely certain where she was going.
She somehow reached the ground floor and ran through every room she could, looking for Verity or anyone else who could help her. She was unsuccessful and was already climbing the stairs to the first floor when she saw Keyon descending from his room.
For a moment, she froze, her breath catching, and her heart skipped a beat. She’d forgotten how large and powerful he was. Butterflies fluttered in her belly, and she was tempted to smile at him, perhaps reach for him, touch his warm skin, but at that moment, her gaze fell to his hand.
He was carrying a pistol.
Eloise stumbled back and nearly flew down the stairs in surprise. Keyon caught her against his chest and enveloped her in his heat. Eloise breathed in his scent, and her eyes closed for a moment. God, she wanted to be held like this forever.
“Are you drunk? Why are you wobbly on your feet?” Keyon scowled.
Eloise pushed at his chest and righted her clothing. Right. As much as she wished that he’d be her tender lover again, apparently, that was not an option anymore. Besides, being in his arms, as pleasurable as it was, was not the reason she had searched for him. She straightened and smoothed her skirts.
“Where are you going?” she asked. Keyon slid a discreet look at his pistol. “You are not going to kill him, Keyon!”
He stilled at the sound of his name but seemed to compose himself quickly. He shrugged and started walking down the stairs, leaving her behind. “And why not?”
“Because he doesn’t deserve to die.”
Keyon paused on the steps. Quiet. Deadly.
“He deserves worse than that,” he whispered before resuming his steps.
Eloise rushed after him. “Very well. Maybe he does, but his wife doesn’t. You will be leaving her a widow. Helpless. Alone.”
“I am doing her a favor.”
