Unveiling Love: A Regency Romance (A London Regency Romantic Suspense Tale Book 3) by Riley Vanessa

Author:Riley, Vanessa [Riley, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Multi-cultural, IR, Regency Romance, Regency Suspense, BWWM
Publisher: Gallium Optronic, LLC
Published: 2016-03-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven: What Will He Do For Her

For her.

Barrington struggled to move. He had to get to her. Amora. It couldn't be too late. He'd promised her. Oh, God let her be well and not in a panic.

Something cold and wet hit his eyes. He tried to grab it but as he lifted his arm a burning sensation took hold of his chest. When the rag flopped again on his brow, he focused his energy on the thin flailing wrist mopping his face and caught it. "Amora, you're alright. Please be—"

"Sir, I am not Amora. Please unhand me."

"Yes, Norton." The heavier, autocratic voice sounded familiar. "I need you to unhand my wife."

Barrington released the soft palm and tried to sit up but couldn't. "My glasses please."

"They're broken, sir," the soft voice said.

When the blur handed him the broken lenses, he slipped them on moving them to see through the cracks. His pride stung as much as his ribs. A musket hung atop a roaring fireplace. He wasn't at Mayfair, unless his mother-in-law with her Egyptian magic had transformed it into a stately room three times as large and had tossed in a wall of books for good measure. "What?"

The duke of Cheshire and his wife hovered over him. "You're alright, Norton."

The duchess tugged on her long sleeves and draped a frilly shawl over her thin limbs. "Mr. Norton, do you feel well enough for tea?"

Tea? There was no time for tea. There was a thief out there who'd nearly killed him, and a wife at home who must be frantic. "No, Duke. Duchess. I mean, no tea."

He tried to sit up from the sleek upholstered chaise. A whimper almost escaped from his mouth. He buttoned his lips, catching it. Barrington lay back tugging at his opened shirt. His fingers caught on the bandages wrapping his side. "I'm sorry, your grace. Duchess."

"Cousin, you might want to stay flat for a while. You bled a bit, but nothing vital was permanently harmed. The duke had the good sense to leave the blade in you 'til I could fix you up."

Barrington rocked his head to squint. Hudson leaned against the bookcase. At this, he closed his eyes again. "I'll just wait for the nightmare to pass."

"It's not a nightmare," the duke said. "You are quite lucky. I saw you leaving. I went out the back of Brooks's to ask you of your progress on my project, only to frighten off a footpad attacking you."

"Project? A mere pickpocket? No. An attempted murderer, and he cut you too, dearest."

The duke stuffed his bandaged hand into his coat. "It's nothing."

The duchess put a hand on her hip. "When is it something? When the threats to hurt you grow even more? You're taking too many risks."

She walked over to him and put a hand to his cheek. "William, what will Mary and I do without you?"

The anguish and love in the lady's voice was thick.

The duke looked down, but grasped her palm within his. What could any

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