phantom knights 03 - secrets in savannah by vantana amalie

Author:vantana, amalie [vantana, amalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: TVAAW
Published: 2014-06-23T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

GUINEVERE

After Sam and Bess were taken to the house, Jack and I set out on foot for George Crawford’s house. If what I said was true and George was taking them to Lucas, his henchman would know about it.

With the amount of rage that was consuming me, if I found George in his house, I might not be able to contain my actions against him.

When we reached the house, I led the way to the back door that was unlocked. The kitchen was empty, so I moved past to the second staircase, not waiting for Jack to fall in step beside me.

Easing open the door at the top of the stairs, I took one tentative step. Pain shot through my body as a hand grabbed my throat and another my arm. My body lurched forward and around the door from Jack.

He was running up the stairs, but Sturges was shaking and squeezing the life from me. I fought against his arms, tried to reach his face, but he held me away from him and applied enough pressure to make my vision go black for a moment.

“Sturges! Release my wife at once!”

Sturges slackened his grip, and I threw my fist into his gut as I stomped on his bare foot with my boot. I tore from his hold, swaying and coughing, but I was not going to allow him the chance to run.

Grabbing his hair, I brought his head down to face me. “Where is George?” The click of my pistol’s hammer being pulled back made Sturges go still.

“Ain’t here.”

“Darling, be a good husband and help me take this miscreant to the kitchen. He and I are going to become better acquainted,” I gritted out.

Curiosity shone in Jack’s eyes as he forced Sturges’s arms behind his back and guided him down the stairs.

In the kitchen, I had Jack place him in a chair while I moved to stoke the fire. Pulling a kettle from the spit, I poured the water into three teacups.

“If he moves, I want you to shoot him,” I said to Jack, handing him my pistol. “Now, I believe you lacked incentive before, so I shall repeat my question. Where is George?”

Sturges refused to speak, so I did what I knew. I poured the hot water on his lap.

Jack’s brows shot up like he thought that I had lost control of my mind. It was not so, my mind and I were in perfect agreement. Sturges required a lesson.

Sturges screeched, leaping up. Jack knocked him back into the chair.

“Must I repeat myself?” My voice was filled with long-suffering, and irritation.

“Do yer worst, I ain’t talkin’.”

“At least we know you can speak more than grumbled words. Jack, do hold him down, for this one will hurt.”

In a quick movement, I had both remaining cups poured into Sturges’s lap.

A few drops hit my hand, and I nearly exclaimed at the heat. I could not imagine what Sturges was going through, but the stubborn man refused to speak.

“Where is George?” I yelled.

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