In Love with the King's Spy (Hidden Identity) by Colleen French

Author:Colleen French [French, Colleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Evan Marshall Agency
Published: 2018-09-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Griffin dug his heels into his mount's flanks and lowered his head against the driving wind. "You certain you can still ride?" he shouted above the wail of the storm. He had tried to convince Jabar to remain behind and have his wound tended, but his friend refused. Jabar understood how consequential it was that Griffin get to Jack before their invisible enemies caught wind of his "injury" and sent someone to finish him off. Jabar saw it as his duty to remain at Griffin's side in the face of impending danger.

"We could stop at St. Mary's." Griffin named one of their contacts in the city. "You'd be well cared for until I returned."

Jabar rode up beside him, his left arm held close to his chest. "A flesh wound, Master. You do not think I would give up the chance to draw my sword for a flesh wound?"

Griffin grimaced and focused ahead again, tilting his head so that the wind wouldn't hit him directly in the face. It was beginning to sleet. The muddy ground was icy, and his horse struggled to keep its footing.

"How much farther?"

"Just beyond Goodman's Fields. We carried him to a tavern there and sent for a physician."

"Will he live?"

Jabar thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No. The worst is a sucking wound. The physician will do nothing but dull the pain of dying."

Damn, Griffin thought grimly. Jack had been his vital link in connecting the circle of conspirators plotting to kill the king with the man who masterminded the plan. In Jack's last message he had indicated he may have located the leader behind the elaborate cabal, and that it was vital that he speak with Griffin immediately. Jabar had gone in Griffin's place. It should have been Griffin who took the lead in his arm, not Jabar. Now, if Jack died before he was able to convey what he'd discovered, all those weeks, months, of patience and surveillance, would be lost. Griffin would have to start all over again.

As Griffin rode, he tried to keep his thoughts focused on the king's safety rather than on his own personal life. But he couldn't help thinking of Julia and the warmth of her beside him in his bed. Sweet heaven, it had felt good not to wake up alone in the morning.

"Jabar."

His manservant reined in beside him again. "Master?"

"There was talk when we first arrived and made the decision to stay with my cousin that his vow of allegiance to his majesty was less than sincere."

"Aye. It is true. There was. But it was said of many men."

Griffin tightened his grip on his reins. "When you've time, I want you to look into it."

Jabar's dark eyes widened. "You suspect St. Martin plays a part in the conspirators' plans?"

He shrugged one shoulder. "I know he doesn't have the balls to actually play an active part, but perhaps he's financed someone else, or made promises in the hope of profiting later. I want to know if he has.

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