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“It is. There have been some scrambles and escapes, but we’re making our way to Warsop now.”
“Aye.” Wally nodded, his eyes still trained on the back of Victoria. “Your men picked off Lord Glenford’s wife a week ago and we lost two of them in the process.”
“Which ones?”
“Didn’t catch their names.”
Rafe openly winced. Not that his men were good people. Death was coming for all of them. But he’d set this upon them. “Don’t know if it’s necessary to go after the rest.”
“How ye figure?” Wally asked.
“We made a miscalculation.”
“What’s that?”
“We grabbed the wrong women. This one.” Rafe inclined his head toward Victoria. “This is the one to bring them all to their knees. To destroy them all.”
Seymour laughed along with the brute on his left. “Well, good then, we get paid early.”
Rafe set his gaze on Wally. “Where is he, or do I need to go to Warsop to find the location?”
Wally shook his head. “Come with us. We’re on our way back to the castle. It’s two hours more if ye head through Warsop.”
Rafe set his sight down the road, his gaze pure ice. “Lead on. I’d like to be rid of the wreck of this wench.”
The brutes chuckled, harsh and caustic, as Victoria’s back went ramrod straight, her shoulder blades cutting into his upper arm.
In unison, the four cutthroats moved their horses down the lane.
Rafe nudged his horse into the road, following.
He couldn’t afford the slightest vulnerability at this point, but he still had to glance down at Victoria. Her arms had wrapped around her middle above his clamp around her waist. She didn’t look up at him, her look set straight ahead on the men in front of them. From his angle, she looked like she was going to vomit.
He couldn’t blame her.
Things weren’t going to get any better from this point forward.
{ Chapter 26 }
The horses stopped in front of a decrepit old castle in the middle of a small clearing surrounded by forest. Victoria looked up at the moldering pile of stones.
Vines climbed up, eating away at the rectangular structure, and for the dirt encased on the stones, it looked like it hadn’t had any upkeep in decades.
A chill set down her spine.
The bones of the building looked like they were either jutting up, trying to escape the depths of hell, or being sucked down into the depths of hell.
Hell, either way she looked at it.
The four brutes were quick off their mounts, striding into the front door of the castle.
Rafe was slow to release her waist, to dismount and then to reach up and pluck her off the horse.
He hadn’t bothered to whisper one word to her during the entire march to this castle, and now he was about to thrust her inside its sinister depths.
Just as her feet hit the ground, he bent his head toward her ear. “Whatever happens in there. Trust me.”
Victoria looked up at him, her glare penetrating. Trust him? After what he’d just done? After he’d told her just last night he still intended to go after her father and uncles?
