Page 93 of His Betrothed
“You’re a brave woman,” he said hoarsely, “but I still say this is the street.”
She tugged on his hand. “But I’m certain—”
Her voice faded away as three dangerous-looking ruffians emerged from the shadows of an alley behind Spencer. Spencer’s own face was wiped of all emotion just as a man’s hand gripped her elbow and yanked her back against him. Her nose felt assaulted by the smell.
“Gentlemen,”Spencer said smoothly, wearing an amused expression. “I suggest you let the lady go and be on your way.”
The hand gripping her elbow only tightened, and a rumbling voice said, “We’ll be takin’ yer purse, man. The odds be four to one, eh?”
Spencer swiftly brought his cane up hard, cracking it against the temple of one of the brigands, who promptly collapsed into a sewage-filled trench.
“Threeto one,” Spencer said.
