A Jewel In the Vaults by Lily Baldwin

Author:Lily Baldwin [Baldwin, Lily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-05-12T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Robbie followed the raucous laughter down a narrow corridor lined with torches and half-clad women. A comely lass with long red hair and red lips reached out and took hold of Robbie’s hand.

“Come with me, lad. I’ll make ye scream for your mother.” A chorus of laughter erupted while Robbie pulled her hand away.

“Nay, lass,” Robbie said but smiled, making her eyes warm and soothing. The whore faltered as she stared, drinking in the comfort.

“I’ll treat ye right, lad,” she said softly.

“I know ye would,” Robbie said as she backed away. Then she turned on her heels and hurried off.

Davis’s laughter guided her to the next small room, and there he was, nestled between long, shapely legs. The woman’s ample bosom was his pillow. Another whore stretched along his side with her leg slung over his thigh. She put a bottle of whiskey to his lips, and he gulped the amber liquid down. He was like Conall but lesser in all ways. Davis lacked Conall’s height and breadth of body. Davis’s drooping lids lifted to reveal blue eyes, but they were cold and hollow. Slim fingers with talons for nails caressed Davis’s chest, which drew Robbie’s gaze to Davis’s unbuttoned red and black stripped waistcoat. The rumors were true. Davis did, indeed, belong to Mr. Low.

The trio had yet to notice Robbie’s presence, but she had no intention of lingering until they finished their sport.

She leaned against the crumbling stone archway. “Davy,” she said. “Leave the whiskey and the whores, and come with me.”

Davis raised his head and squinted at Robbie. “Who the hell are ye?”

“Mr. Low sent me to fetch ye,” Robbie said, her voice clear and even.

“I dunnae believe ye. I’ve not seen ye before. Get out of here, runt, before I put a few holes in ye belly.”

Robbie shrugged and turned to go. “I’ll pass your message on to Mr. Low.” She made it three strides down the corridor before she heard Davis call out.

“Wait, lad.” Davis stumbled after her. “I’m comin’. Ye won’t be needin’ to give Mr. Low any messages from me.”

Winding through the maze of passages, Robbie stepped from the brothel entrance into the long chamber where Conall waited. Davis followed behind her but tripped and careened into the doorway. He stumbled back and gripped his head between his hands. Robbie assumed he was trying to quiet the effects of the whiskey. Then he lurched forward, reaching out for something to keep his balance.

“Davis,” Conall said as he darted forward to catch his brother.

“Conall?” Davis reached a tentative hand out to touch Conall’s face as if checking to see if he was real. Davis opened his mouth seemingly to speak, but then a grimace distorted his features. He turned his head, emptying the contents of his belly on the stone floor.

“Jesus Christ, ye are foul, brother,” Conall said as he held Davis upright.

“Conall, we mustn’t delay. We must get him to the surface before….” The clip of fine shoes on stone echoed from beyond the chamber.

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