Page 90 of His Scandal
He sat back and held the door partially closed as he glanced at Emmeline. “Thank you. We’ll wait a few moments to make sure they didn’t hear us.”
“Wait for what? The next time they stop, we’ll burst out at them and—”
“Be shot or stabbed for our effort? I don’t think so. There are at least two men holding us prisoner, and you’re not up to the fight. So we’ll go now.”
“Now?” she echoed, her voice a high-pitched squeak. “But…we can’t even see where the ground is. We’ll break our necks.”
“I saw a grassy embankment. We’ll be all right.”
“But Alex—”
“Would you rather wait here and see what they have in mind for you?” he asked bluntly.
“But ’tisyouthey’re after,” she protested.
“And you’ll be the added treat.”
After only a brief hesitation, she leaned forward and opened the door herself. She stared transfixed at the fog-covered ground that moved past, the brisk air swirling, rushing about her. Before she could gather her courage, she felt his arms about her waist, then her feet leaving the floor, heard “What the hell,” and then they were flying out into the night.
