“Before we jump to conclusions, let’s see if she’s at home.”
Thankfully, Kent Hall was nearby and Alex’s galloping horse covered the distance in only minutes. But his fears were confirmed when a servant told him that Emmeline had not returned from her morning visit to see him.
Frantic now, he ran behind the house into the gardens, calling her name. No one answered, and a chilling bleakness overcame him.
Edmund caught up with him. “Alex, she’s not here. We must think about where they would take her.”
“Edmund, what if they—”
“I don’t think they’d hurt Emmeline. They just want our attention. I’m assuming they wouldn’t take her to your brother’s home, nor to Langston House and risk tainting their sister with another scandal. Where, then, could they have gone?”
Alex had never felt so irrational. He wantedonly to pound their faces into a bloody mess. But he forced himself to consider what the Langston brothers’ purpose could be. “Well, if they want to hurt me, they’ll want me to know about it. So where could they wait, knowing I’d come?”
At the same moment, they both said, “The Rooster.”