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this is our carriage footman. Come on."
He heard the swishing of Lady Ariel's skirts
beside him as he once again hurried forward to meet the footman.
His one thought was to get Beth safe, warm, and home in bed.
Perhaps then, Lady Ariel could check Beth for any wounds. The
murdered woman in the woods bothered him greatly. He had to tell
the authorities, but Beth's welfare was more important at the
moment.
"The gentleman said to bring the carriage up
fer you, my lord," the footman announced upon reaching them. Adam
didn't halt, and the footman turned to walk with them.
"Gentleman?" Adam questioned.
"Aye, I didn't catch his name, sir. He was
tall with blonde hair and a goatee. Not dressed for the party
though."
Christian Blacknall. Adam's gaze
scanned the area, but somehow he knew he wouldn't see the handsome
Mr. Blacknall about.
"I hope we done right," the footman
stammered.
"Yes-yes," Adam answered. "Hurry ahead and
open the door. Get out as many lap blankets as you have."
Adam reached the carriage and he didn't
stop, but he carried Beth up into it, laying her on the seat. "Lady
Ariel, we need to make her warm, but can you check for a wound
first?"
"Adam?" Lady Ariel questioned, crouched up
inside the carriage beside him.
He was trying to untangle the cloak from
around Beth's limp body, as he said, "It would be more proper if
you do this …"
Lady Ariel made a strangled sound beside
him, and then she cried, "Her clothes! Oh lord in heaven. She's not
got all her clothes on!"
Adam turned his gaze toward Lady Ariel's
shrieking, seeing her backing out of the carriage. "Wait! You
cannot go," he insisted with anger shaking his words.
"I can't! I can't!" Lady Ariel cried. "I'm
so sorry!" She whirled around to flee away toward the mansion.
"Damnation," Adam cursed, folding the cloak
back over Beth. He grasped two lap blankets to cover her as he
lifted her up and held her in his arms. Her head fell against his
chest and he stroked the tangled strands of her long hair.
"Driver! On to the Westfield mansion as
quickly as possible," he ordered with a shout.
Chapter Eight
Adam knew things were dire. Life-changing
events had occurred that night. Yet he could only be grateful Beth
was alive as he remembered the bloody remains he'd seen in the
woods.
"Beth, oh, Beth."
His heart wound around the words as he
grasped her tighter against the sway of the carriage. He worried
that she didn't wake and still felt so cold. He wondered what he
needed to do first when he reached his step uncle's mansion. Then
they were pulling up front and he saw another carriage was there as
he thought sourly of Fanton. He simply knew Fanton had something to
do with the terrible events that had transpired.
"If I find out you did," Adam hissed. "I
will beat you unconscious, Fanton."
The carriage halted and he was readying to
order the driver to fetch a doctor, when a gentleman he'd never
seen before opened the carriage door.
"I'm Dr. Latham, Lord Winslow. I was sent by
Blacknall," the thin, elderly gentleman stated briskly. "I
understand the lady requires attention?"
Adam was surprised … a bit startled, if the
truth be known. "Yes," he rushed to answer the doctor as the man
finished opening the door.
The doctor leaned in with a lantern held
high. He clasped his palm over Beth's forehead. "No fever." He
squinted through his spectacles. "That's good. We need to bring her
inside."
"She won't wake up." Adam knew his anxiety
showed.
"A bit of shock, I'm sure. She will be all
right," Doctor Latham said.
"You know what happened?" Adam asked as he
followed the doctor's urging hand to carry Beth down out of the
carriage.
"Blacknall explained the events pertinent to
this young lady's care," Doctor Latham supplied, evenly.
"Which one?" Adam asked as they reached the
opened front entryway into the mansion. "Which Blacknall sent
you?"
"Lord Trinity, Marquis Montrose," Doctor
Latham answered with brisk efficiency. "I've taken the
this is our carriage footman. Come on."
He heard the swishing of Lady Ariel's skirts
beside him as he once again hurried forward to meet the footman.
His one thought was to get Beth safe, warm, and home in bed.
Perhaps then, Lady Ariel could check Beth for any wounds. The
murdered woman in the woods bothered him greatly. He had to tell
the authorities, but Beth's welfare was more important at the
moment.
"The gentleman said to bring the carriage up
fer you, my lord," the footman announced upon reaching them. Adam
didn't halt, and the footman turned to walk with them.
"Gentleman?" Adam questioned.
"Aye, I didn't catch his name, sir. He was
tall with blonde hair and a goatee. Not dressed for the party
though."
Christian Blacknall. Adam's gaze
scanned the area, but somehow he knew he wouldn't see the handsome
Mr. Blacknall about.
"I hope we done right," the footman
stammered.
"Yes-yes," Adam answered. "Hurry ahead and
open the door. Get out as many lap blankets as you have."
Adam reached the carriage and he didn't
stop, but he carried Beth up into it, laying her on the seat. "Lady
Ariel, we need to make her warm, but can you check for a wound
first?"
"Adam?" Lady Ariel questioned, crouched up
inside the carriage beside him.
He was trying to untangle the cloak from
around Beth's limp body, as he said, "It would be more proper if
you do this …"
Lady Ariel made a strangled sound beside
him, and then she cried, "Her clothes! Oh lord in heaven. She's not
got all her clothes on!"
Adam turned his gaze toward Lady Ariel's
shrieking, seeing her backing out of the carriage. "Wait! You
cannot go," he insisted with anger shaking his words.
"I can't! I can't!" Lady Ariel cried. "I'm
so sorry!" She whirled around to flee away toward the mansion.
"Damnation," Adam cursed, folding the cloak
back over Beth. He grasped two lap blankets to cover her as he
lifted her up and held her in his arms. Her head fell against his
chest and he stroked the tangled strands of her long hair.
"Driver! On to the Westfield mansion as
quickly as possible," he ordered with a shout.
Chapter Eight
Adam knew things were dire. Life-changing
events had occurred that night. Yet he could only be grateful Beth
was alive as he remembered the bloody remains he'd seen in the
woods.
"Beth, oh, Beth."
His heart wound around the words as he
grasped her tighter against the sway of the carriage. He worried
that she didn't wake and still felt so cold. He wondered what he
needed to do first when he reached his step uncle's mansion. Then
they were pulling up front and he saw another carriage was there as
he thought sourly of Fanton. He simply knew Fanton had something to
do with the terrible events that had transpired.
"If I find out you did," Adam hissed. "I
will beat you unconscious, Fanton."
The carriage halted and he was readying to
order the driver to fetch a doctor, when a gentleman he'd never
seen before opened the carriage door.
"I'm Dr. Latham, Lord Winslow. I was sent by
Blacknall," the thin, elderly gentleman stated briskly. "I
understand the lady requires attention?"
Adam was surprised … a bit startled, if the
truth be known. "Yes," he rushed to answer the doctor as the man
finished opening the door.
The doctor leaned in with a lantern held
high. He clasped his palm over Beth's forehead. "No fever." He
squinted through his spectacles. "That's good. We need to bring her
inside."
"She won't wake up." Adam knew his anxiety
showed.
"A bit of shock, I'm sure. She will be all
right," Doctor Latham said.
"You know what happened?" Adam asked as he
followed the doctor's urging hand to carry Beth down out of the
carriage.
"Blacknall explained the events pertinent to
this young lady's care," Doctor Latham supplied, evenly.
"Which one?" Adam asked as they reached the
opened front entryway into the mansion. "Which Blacknall sent
you?"
"Lord Trinity, Marquis Montrose," Doctor
Latham answered with brisk efficiency. "I've taken the
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