The Saint of St. Giles by Millard Nadine

Author:Millard, Nadine
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Paranormal
Publisher: Nadine Millard
Published: 2019-07-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

“I really would prefer to turn back now, my lord.”

Alison dug her heels in, refusing to let Lord Fulham pull her further into the darkened maze of pathways.

The tightrope walkers had been wonderful, just as he’d said.

However, she noticed that the crowd of people was getting scarcer, and she wasn’t willing to put herself in any sort of danger.

“But there is so much more to see, Miss Langton.” He smiled but instead of finding it charming this time, Alison just found it unnerving.

She had been foolish to come out here with him. She knew that.

So desperate had she been to escape Harriet’s behaviour, to be distracted from her thoughts of Nicholas, that she’d ignored all the warnings in her gut and rushed out here with him.

“There is the most beautiful fountain just up ahead,” he said now. “It is truly a sight to behold. It would be a shame for you to miss it.”

He tugged on her arm, forcing her to stumble a few steps forward.

“I’d really rather not, Lord Fulham,” she said through gritted teeth, pulling herself from his grip.

“You’ll regret missing it, my dear,” he insisted.

“And you’ll regret not taking your damned hands off her!”

Alison and Fulham both turned at the sound of the voice behind them.

There stood Nic, looking coldly furious.

Alison shivered at the look in his eye.

Though she had never feared him, and never would, she could sense the power from him and knew he would intimidate even the bravest of men.

Fulham, it turned out, was a coward.

“I didn’t touch her,” he said straightaway, stepping back and holding his hands up.

The smile on Nic’s face was both beautiful and terrifying.

“And nor will you,” he promised, deathly quiet.

“The lady wanted to see the –”

“Perhaps I haven’t made myself clear.”

Nicholas stepped forward, and even Alison stepped away from the look of fury in his eyes.

“I don’t care what the lady wanted or didn’t want. I don’t care what you did or didn’t do.” He stepped closer still, his voice low and deceptively calm, and all the more terrifying for it. “If I see you anywhere near her again, I’ll tear you apart with my bare hands. Understand?”

Alison’s jaw dropped and though she felt a flicker of irritation that he should ignore her for three days and then act like a jealous suitor, she didn’t think now would be the best time to mention such a thing.

For one thing, he was ferociously angry. For another, she very much wanted Lord Fulham to stay away from her.

Fulham darted a look between Alison and Nicholas before turning and without another word, hurrying back toward the boxes.

The relief Alison felt was overwhelmed only by the joy of being with Nicholas again.

Even though she’d been hurt that he’d disappeared, the fact that he’d shown up here when she needed someone like a knight in shining armour melted her heart.

She turned her gaze up to him, preparing to thank him.

But his face was still stony, his eyes lit with unholy fire.

Her words died in her throat as she got caught in the intensity of that expression.

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