He suspected that not many men could deal with her. She was more than brave she was headstrong. Sebastian leaned back against the cushions, gazed out into the fog, and contemplated Prudence. Sebastian opened the door of his carriage himself. Miss Prudence Merryweather had braved the danger and the darkness to see him, Sebastian reflected. But then, all nights were times of great risk. He walked on toward the waiting carriage. A rat or perhaps a cat, Sebastian thought. His instinct for survival was still strong, he noted wryly, in spite of the strange mood that plagued him more and more of late. His fingers curled around the pistol in his pocket.
He had recognized it as the same gray nothingness that had been waiting for him four years ago at dawn in the mountains of Saragstan.Ī small, scraping sound emanating from a nearby alley brought Sebastian’s attention instantly back to the present.
On occasion lately he thought he had caught glimpses of that emptiness waiting behind the icy barrier he had created to protect himself. It would be a place where there was no sensation at all, not even the feeling of unrelenting cold. He knew what waited for him in that vast emptiness. Cold tendrils of mist ebbed and flowed around him, threatening to trap him forever in an endless gray void. His boot heels rang with a hollow echo on the sidewalk. Sebastian hated the fog, yet he knew it might be his natural element.
In the distance the vehicle’s lamps were dim beacons that were barely able to pierce the heavy fog. He turned and walked slowly back toward the waiting carriage. Sebastian preferred having people in his debt. She was certainly the only other person he had ever encountered whose intellectual curiosity had led her into a hobby that was as unusual as his own.Ī most fascinating creature. He had never met anyone like Miss Prudence Merryweather. The lady might not appreciate being labeled an Original, but she most definitely qualified as one. He smiled to himself as she paused briefly and lifted a hand in farewell. “Have you not heard that the devil looks after his own?”Įbastian waited silently in the shadows as Prudence opened the back door of Lady Pembroke’s elegant town house. And until I have collected the favor that you owe me, it is in my own best interests to keep you safe.” He smiled again. “Ah, but it is necessary, Miss Merryweather. “I appreciate your escort, my lord, but this really isn’t necessary,” Prudence wrapped her old cloak more securely about her as the coach started down the dark street.
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