his first swing.
The ghost of an impish smile with twinkling eyes
winked at him, and he missed the bag completely.
Overbalanced, he staggered forward, nearly plowing
directly into his former employer’s tall form.
“Oy, Russell, you’ll never win another tourney with
a pitiful showing like that.”
Avery righted himself quickly, bringing his fist upward
in defense. “Prachett. What are you doing here?”
Thomas Prachett laughed, moving closer to Avery.
His heavy boots thudded on the straw- strewn floor. “I’ve
need of my best man, is all. I told you I hadn’t finished
with you.”
Avery circled, maintaining the distance between
them. His nerves fired with alarm as he stared down his
past in the form of a tall, thin, and cruel man. Prachett
had loaned him funds when he’d had nothing, but Avery
had paid sorely for that loan. Only the duke’s mercy
had rescued him from an early death in the boxing mills
at the hands of one of Prachett’s victims— or the man
himself. “I’ve repaid my debt to you. You can have
nothing else from me.”
“Your debt is satisfied only when I say it is. That
pittance you’ve returned to me, yes, but where is my
interest? A man must have his pride.” With a swift move,
Prachett lifted the crop he’d been holding and brought it
down across Avery’s bicep.
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A hiss of pain escaped Avery, but he ignored it. “Your
damnable pride is naught to do with me.” He swung
at Prachett’s face, but the stinging pain in his arm cost
him focus. Prachett dodged the less- than- perfect blow as
drops of blood rained onto the straw.
“Oh, but it is, lad. Without you, Emersen has moved
up the ranks. He cannot be beaten. Except, perhaps…”
Prachett trailed off as he moved closer. “By you. The
Houndstooth tourney is soon, and you must enter.
You’ll lose there, and the wagers will turn against you.
By the time you face this new threat, I’ll have secured my
fortune in the betting books.”
Avery snarled as his anger overtook him. “Never
again. I have left that life behind.”
Prachett snapped his fingers, and three men burst into
the room. Avery fought like a wounded bear, striking
and kicking and struggling against his captors, but there
were too many. When they’d restrained him, pressing
his body into the straw beneath the bag, Prachett leaned
down and blew his foul breath across Avery’s face.
“If you will not do this for me, you may consider
your time on this earth over and done. I will not tolerate
another failure. I will not be shamed again.”
In answer, Avery spat in Prachett’s face.
Prachett shoved himself upright, dashing the spittle away
with a ragged and stained sleeve. “Lads, convince him.”
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“And this is the conservatory.” Henrietta led Leah into a
room full of potted plants. The evening light shone through
the many windows, giving the greenery an almost- living
glow. The scent of damp earth hung heavy in the air.
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Leah looked around, nodding sagely. Sure, it was a
nice room, but the charade was starting to grate on her
nerves. Mrs. Harper would probably have a stroke if
they were late to dinner, and Henrietta wasn’t showing
any signs of backing down yet. It was getting tough
to maintain her patience with the girl. They’d already
traipsed through half the huge house without any sign
of the duke. And while the number of valuable and
interesting antiques was impressive, Leah was starving
and completely done with the hike.
“It’s very nice. But shouldn’t we be heading to
supper now?”
The girl crossed her arms over her middle, her mobcap
slipping to one side. “I told you, it’s been delayed.” She
pointed toward the back of the room. “The orchids are
quite lovely. They’re by the windows, just