Corey McFadden by With Eyes of Love

Author:With Eyes of Love [Love, With Eyes of]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

The sound of rhythmic explosions threatened Julian’s very existence. Muskets were going off in close proximity; the enemy was closing in for the kill. He grabbed the nearest thing to hand and pulled it over his face for protection. It was his pillow, apparently. The explosions continued, now accompanied by some sort of shouting. He pulled the pillow closer around his ears, but the shouting and explosions continued. Ah, he must have been hit already. No way to explain the searing pain in his head other than a bullet through the brain. Too bad. Now he’d never get to set things right with Elspeth—never feel the touch of her soft lips against his own. On the other hand, death would be a welcome relief from the pounding and shouting.

And then, mercifully, came silence. No more explosions. He thought about putting a hand to his head to see how bloody the wound was, then decided to just lie there instead, savoring the exquisite pain. Surely no man had ever suffered so....

“Excuse me, Mr. Thorpe, I had to take the liberty of entering since you did not respond to my rapping.”

Ah, and now he was taken by the enemy. Well, small good it would do them. He’d reveal nothing, and all they’d have was his bloody corpse to bury....

“Sir? Are you awake, sir?”

Torture. He’d heard that the French were not above torturing prisoners of war. Well, he would die long before they made him crack. Couldn’t remember what the devil he wasn’t supposed to tell them anyway.

“I am so sorry, sir, but you simply must rise. The Viscountess Alderson is downstairs. She is most insistent, sir. Gave me exactly five minutes by the clock to get you downstairs, or said she would be up to roust you herself. I do believe she means it, sir.”

Ah, yes, the Viscountess Alderson. Secret head of the French torture unit. He should have known it would come to this.

“I’ve ordered coffee, sir,” came the insistent voice. Trying to trick him into opening his eyes, they were, but he was nobody’s fool. Hands pulled at him, and he tried to wrench himself away. Got caught up in some sort of net, or perhaps it was a feather comforter. Oh, they’d stoop to nothing. Gad, how his head pounded. He’d be dead in minutes, no doubt.

“Julian! Get up this minute. I haven’t got all day.” The strident tones of The Alderson Horror rang out. Now he knew he would die a hero’s death. Ungentle hands pulled him up. Against all his will power, his eyes opened. Ahhh, there she was, snake-headed Medusa, the Gorgon, sans merci. The pain in his head was unbearable. Death could not come too quickly.

“I’ve had enough of this nonsense, Julian. Come alive, boy, now!”

He shook his head. That was a big mistake. From the fireworks exploding inside his brain, he might almost think the enemy was still shooting at him. Except he had a sinking feeling that things were much worse than that.

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