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“You’ll be fine as soon as you hand over them pearls,” the thief said. When he shot a quick glance down the stairs, Graeme shuffled another step forward.
“But these were my mother’s,” Sabrina protested. “They’re not worth much at all, but they have sentimental value.”
“As much as your bloody life?” the bastard snapped. “Now take ’em off before I throttle you with ’em.”
“Harm a hair on her head, and you’re a dead man,” Graeme gritted out.
When Sabrina jumped again, the man grinned. “I’m shaking in me boots, I am. Now take them off, silly bitch, or Iwillhurt you.”
Her gaze latched desperately onto Graeme’s. He locked his gaze onto hers, trying to radiate calm. “Do as he says, lass. Please.”
Her elegant jaw clenched, she reached up to unhook her necklace. Then she grimly stripped off matching bracelets from her wrist.
“Hand ’em over your shoulder,” the thief ordered.
After she complied, he jerked his chin at Graeme. “Come closer. Slow like.”
Frowning, Graeme took a few cautious steps forward.
“Closer.”
What the hell?
The thief gave Sabrina a mighty shove, pitching her straight into Graeme. Her foot tangled around his ankle, and they went down to the floor. He landed hard on his back, with Sabrina on his chest. Her hip connected forcefully with his groin.
Pain sucked the air from his lungs. His brain shrieked at him to get up and go after the thief, who was pelting down the stairs. His body, however, refused to comply.
Sabrina pushed up, her hipbone pressing harder into his beleaguered cock.
“Argh. Stop moving,” he yelped.
“That villain stole my pearls.” She started to scramble up, as if prepared to chase after the thief.
Graeme shot out a hand to grab her. “He’s got a gun, you henwit.”
She glared at him through her coiffure, now listing over one eye. Impatiently, she shoved the bedraggled knot to the side.
“I remember. It was pressed intomyspine.”
He sat up, fighting the pain. “Och, lass. You’re worth more than any jewels.”
Her outraged expression suddenly crumpled. “But those were my mother’s pearls. Father gave them to her,” she said in a forlorn voice.
“I’m sorry—”
Aden strode round the bend in the corridor. “Graeme, what the hell is Lady Sabrina doing on the floor?”
“We were accosted by a thief,” she said. “He just absconded with my pearls.”
“He went down the stairs,” Graeme said.
Aden cursed. “Get Sabrina back to the box, and stay with her.” Then he disappeared down the stairs.
Sabrina, now on her feet, peered down at Graeme. “Are you hurt?”
“Do you recall when your hip connected with my body, perchance?”
She grimaced. “I suppose I did fall rather hard. I’m so sorry.”
