The Beast of Blades by Rosamund Winchester

Author:Rosamund Winchester [Winchester, Rosamund]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Medieval, Romance
Publisher: DragonMedia Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2019-05-15T04:00:00+00:00

“What do you mean Rees has the letter?” La Revanche snapped, rising from the chair behind his desk to storm around it and peer down at the wretch who dared to bring him such news.

Draper, the man before him, pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed but gleaming with suppressed anger. “I mean that Argot allowed the Welshman to steal the letter.”

“Allowed?”

Draper snorted, his anger showing. “Argot lost several fingers.”

La Revanche hissed, not in sympathy for Argot’s loss, but in disgust.

“He should have lost his life protecting that letter!”

Wisely remaining silent, Draper watched La Revanche as he began to pace, his polished black boots making little noise as they tread across the crimson and gold Aubusson rug.

Damn! How such a simple thing as a letter could upend everything he’d been planning for years. He was this close to having all that he deserved and doling out what they deserved as well; humiliation, devastation, utter ruin!

He could only hope that a mongrel of a Welshman couldn’t read French—then again, he had many connections along the coast, some of which he might trust enough to read and interpret the letter for him.

Worse and worse! If the Welshman began displaying that letter around, word would spread, his plans would be tossed into the flames, just as his legacy would. No one knew the true identity of La Revanche, but there were clues in the letter that would ultimately point back to him, if one were clever enough to figure it out.

Halting, he turned to meet Draper’s shuddered gaze.

“Where is Rees now?” he asked Draper, his mind spinning. He had to figure out a way to get his plans moving, unhindered, again.

“Our connections at the docks say the Torriwr left port two days ago,” Draper answered, his tone flat.

“Damn!” He began pacing again. “And to where is he headed?”

“La Rochelle. He has a job there smuggling casks of wine.”

La Rochelle? By sea, it would take four to six days, depending on the winds and weather. By land, someone could ride there in one—if they were amply motivated.

The plan forming in his mind, he commanded, “Send our best man to La Rochelle.”

Draper nodded. “What will you have him do once he is there?”

La Revanche couldn’t stop the glee that spread through him. A slow, wicked smile stretched the muscles in his face.

“He is to kill Brendan Rees, retrieve the letter, and dispatch with anyone who gets in his way.”

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