Page 106 of A Dangerous Lord (Regency Spies & Secrets 3)

“I thought I was going to die,” his father said weakly.

“But you didn’t,” Corbyn pressed.

“Where did you learn to fight like that?”

“In the army,” he swiftly replied.

“It was rather magnificent to watch,” his father said.

A white-haired man rushed into the room with a bag in his hand and approached the bed. “Are you feeling all right, Your Grace?”

“I am perfectly well,” his father answered. “Just a few bumps and bruises, but no harm done.”

“That is good, but I would like to examine you just to be sure.”

“Absolutely not,” his father replied firmly. “I already informed you that I am well, and I have no intention of letting you put those bloody leeches anywhere near me ever again.”

Corbyn heard his mother laugh softly from the doorway. “I see that Andrew has already made a speedy recovery.”

“That he has,” Corbyn confirmed as he approached her.

His mother smiled tenderly at him. “Thank you for saving his life.”

“It was an easy thing.”

“I can’t imagine that to be the case.”

Corbyn kissed her cheek. “If you will excuse me, I need to get back to work.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Now?”

“I don’t believe it is necessary for me to remain here,” he said. “Do you?”

His mother frowned. “I suppose not.”

“Do not fret. I shall return soon.”

“See that you do.”

Corbyn paced hissmall office as he tried to reign in his temper at the two agents standing before him. They were experienced agents, but they had failed their assignment of guarding his father.

Corbyn stopped and turned to face them. “Do either of you want to explain how my father’s attacker slipped past you, scaled up the wall, and entered my father’s bedchamber without being seen?”

The dark-haired agent spoke up. “I was watching the front of the townhouse, per your instructions, but the next thing I knew, I woke up in an alleyway with a splitting headache,” Groff confessed.

Corbyn turned his attention towards the other agent. “And what is your excuse, Meachem?”

“I was hit over the head, as well,” Meachem said.

Corbyn tossed his hands up in the air. “How is it possible that two seasoned agents, such as yourselves, could be so easily overpowered?”

Meachem glanced over at Groff. “Before I was hit over the head, I heard someone approaching, but I thought he was one of ours because I heard him use a bird call.”

“Did you reply back?” Corbyn asked.

Meachem nodded. “I did.”

“Thus, giving away your position.”

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