A Rogue to the Rescue (The Rogue Chronicles, #4) by Lana Williams

Author:Lana Williams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Regency Romance
Publisher: Lana Williams
Published: 2020-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Well over an hour later, Beatrice sat on the edge of the bed beside Mary, comforting the young woman, who sniffed back tears.

“I should’ve trusted you and left when you did.” Mary wiped her cheeks. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I was just so scared.”

“All that matters is that you’re safe.” Beatrice still couldn’t believe Daniel had managed to free her. Worry for Mary had clouded Beatrice’s thoughts since she’d escaped the brothel. To have her away from the place was an immense relief. “The doctor says after a few days of rest you’ll feel much better. It made a significant improvement for me.”

The physician thought the effects of the drugs Mary had been given should wear off by then and, with a few decent meals and sleep, she would make a complete recovery. Beatrice could attest to the truth of that. However, there was one significant difference between her and Mary. What Mary had endured during her extended time at the brothel remained to be seen, but that conversation was for another time.

Sally had assisted her to change into one of Beatrice’s nightrails and plaited her long, brown hair. Her large, dark eyes still held a dazed, wary look, but Beatrice hoped with time that would ease.

“Mr. Walker was ever so brave,” Mary said. “The guard who stabbed him, Mullens, is a beefy sort as big as a tree. But your Mr. Walker moved like the wind.”

The image of Daniel fighting with someone like that had Beatrice catching her breath. Or was it the way Mary had called him her Mr. Walker?

“He is very brave,” Beatrice agreed. Too much so, in her opinion. He could’ve been killed by going into the brothel alone.

Though relieved Mary was safe, Beatrice was anxious to know how Daniel fared. He’d insisted the doctor see Mary first. Based on the amount of blood on his tailcoat and the pain in his eyes, he also needed tending.

“Is there someone we should send word to on your behalf?” Beatrice asked. She and Mary hadn’t had time to learn much about each other during their brief interlude together in the brothel.

“I’ll write to my family on the morrow, though I hardly know what to say. I don’t know anyone in London. I only came to find work with the hope of sending money home.”

“Why don’t you sleep now? We’ll figure out everything after you’re feeling better,” Beatrice suggested. She glanced over her shoulder at the maid who sat in a nearby chair. “Sally will be here should you wake and need anything.”

“Are you leaving?” Mary asked, her expression filled with concern.

“Only to check on Mr. Walker. Sally will come for me when you wake in the morning or if you need anything during the night.”

“Can we leave a candle burning?” Mary asked with a glance at the flickering flame beside the bed. “I don’t much like the dark anymore.”

“Of course.” Before Beatrice could ask, Sally rose and put some coals on the fire and soon had it burning cheerfully.

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