Elizabeth Mayne Lion's Lady

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Christina wouldn't look at him. She kept her gaze directed on her lap, and
when he made his unkind remark she merely shrugged her shoulders in
indifference.
He offered her his hand when she climbed out of the vehicle. She ignored it.
It wasn't until she'd raced on ahead of him that he realized she'd cut a
portion of her hair. The curls ended in the middle of her back now.
Brown met them at the door. After giving his butler instructions to watch over
his wife, he chased after Christina. She was halfway up the staircase when he
stopped her. "When I'm not too angry to speak of this matter, I will explain
to you why—"
"I don't wish to hear your reasons," Christina interrupted.
Lyon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Don't you dare venture out again
until tomorrow morning," he told her. "I have to go to Rhone's now."
"I see."
"No, I don't think you do see," Lyon muttered. "Christina, you went to Bryan
to ask his help in finding men to masquerade as Jack and his friends, didn't
you?"
She nodded.
"Wife, you have little faith in me," Lyon whispered, shaking his head.
Christina believed his comment was ridiculous. "Faith has nothing to do with
my errand. I didn't know you'd been informed of Rhone's terror."
"Terror?"
"He's been barred inside his house," Christina explained. "Since he is your
friend, I thought of a most cunning plan. You ruined it," she added.
"No, youwould have ruined it," Lyon announced. "I've already taken care of the
problem, Christina. Now give me your word that you'll stay inside."
"I have no other errands to take care of," Christina answered.
When he let go of her arm, Christina turned and rushed up the rest of the
steps. Lyon was just walking out the front door when she called out to him.
"Lyon?"
"Yes."
"You're going to have to apologize. Will you do it now or when you return from
Rhone's house?"
"Apologize?"
He'd shouted the word at her. Christina concluded he wasn't contrite. "Then
you're going to have to start all over," she shouted back.
"What are you talking about? I don't have time for riddles," Lyon announced.
"If anyone's going to apologize…"
He didn't bother to finish his demand, for his wife had turned her back on him
and disappeared down the hallway.
She'd just dismissed him again. Lyon didn't think he was ever going to get
used to that action.
He wasn't ever going to understand her, either. She had a devious mind. She'd
come up with the same plan he had to help Rhone. He couldn't help being
impressed.
Lord, the task ahead of him would certainly prove exhausting. He was going to
have to go to great lengths to keep Christina safe. She'd get into quick
trouble if he wasn't always by her side, watching over her. Christina didn't
seem to understand caution. Hell, she didn't even know enough to be afraid of
him when his temper exploded.
No woman had ever raised her voice to him… nor had many men, Lyon
realized. Yet Christina certainly had. When he shouted at her, he got equal
measure in return.
She was his equal in all things. Her passion matched his own, and in his
heart, he knew she loved him just as much.
Yes, the next twenty years, God willing, were going to be exhausting.
And very, very satisfying.["chapter_16"]
Chapter Fifteen
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I didn't want any more innocent people to die because of me. Edward would come
after us. I knew I'd only been given a temporary stay of execution.
When dawn arrived, I'd only made it to the first peak. The wagon train was
waking up. Would they send searchers out to find me?
I saw the Indians pouring down the hill then and thought to scream a warning,
but I knew they wouldn't be able to hear me. Then another scream came from
behind me. It was a woman's voice. Edward! He was there, I believed. Another
innocent would die because of me. I grabbed the knife Jacob kept in his saddle
pocket and ran toward the sound.
The sight that met me when I rushed through the trees broke through my
cowardice, my fear. I saw a little boy, so battered, so bloody, crumbled like
a fallen leaf on the ground. The woman who'd screamed was silent now. Her
hands and feet had been bound.
Mother and child… like you and me, Christina… the attacker
became Edward in my mind. I don't remember putting you down on the ground,
don't know if I made a sound as I ran forward and plunged my knife into his
back.
The knife must have pierced his heart, for the attacker didn't struggle.
I made certain he was dead, then turned to help the little boy. His whimpers
of agony tore at me. I gently lifted the child into my arms to give him what
little comfort I could. When I began to croon to him, his breathing deepened.
I suddenly felt someone watching me. I turned and saw that the Indian woman
was staring at me.
Her name was Merry.
Journal entry November 1, 1795
~
Lyon didn't return to his townhouse until the early hours of the morning. It
had been a thoroughly satisfying evening all around. The look on Rhone's face
when he was being robbed by the man pretending to be Jack would live in Lyon's
memory a good long while.
Yes, it had all been worth his efforts. The charges against Rhone would be
dropped by tomorrow at the latest. Everyone now believed Rhone's story that [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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