They traveled the rest of the way in silence, and as they drew closer to Westminster Bridge, the tension in the carriage climbed.
Dimity looked out at window. “There are groups of men gathered,” she said. “They are shouting something, but I cannot make out what.”
Their carriage slowed, and they heard the driver speaking with someone. Then they began to move once more and slowly rolled over the bridge. Soon they had arrived at their destination.
“Please be careful,” Beth said, reaching across the carriage to take their hands.
“We will be all right. It’s you I’m worried about. You can’t let these men who tried to hurt you see you here, Beth,” Abby said.
“I will be careful.”
“We shall walk,” Abby said, taking an arm of each of them when they’d stepped from the carriage, and Beth felt better for the support.
“How will we find anyone?” she whispered. “Your brothers, Logan and his men. They could be anywhere.”
“If the king has arrived, then that’s where we start.”
“He arrives by boat usually, and due to the riots, I would say he definitely will today,” Abby added.
“We will start there. Come along,” Dimity said, heading down a path.
They ignored the shocked looks from people who saw Beth’s face and the quizzical ones from people who knew that last time they were seen in public, Abby had been sending Beth dark looks.
Guests mingled and lined paths, making their movements slow but they were safe while in a crowd.
“Even more will be here due to the monarch,” Dimity muttered. “Make haste,” she said to three young men dawdling. They shot her a look, then moved to one side.
Where was Nathan?
“Excuse me, Lady Sinclair, I wonder if you could tell me if the king has arrived?” Abby said to a woman watching the boats arrive.
“Any moment, I believe. We are all standing here awaiting his magnificence,” she said with a twinkle in her lovely eyes. Dressed in deep oyster silk, she was beautiful.
“Be nice,” her larger, handsome husband said from her side. “He is our king.”
Beth, Dimity, and Abby stood with the couple and looked around them.
Stay safe, Nathan.The thought of him anywhere near Justin Logan terrified her.
“Do you see anything, Beth?” Dimity whispered.
“What is it you are seeking, Miss Carlow?” Lord Sinclair asked.
“Any of the Deville brothers,” Abby answered for her.
“And Mr. Logan,” Beth added, in case Lord Sinclair knew him. He turned his eyes on her, bright and vivid green.
“I know what the Deville brothers look like, but not Mr. Logan. If you furnish me with a description, perhaps, as I’m taller than you, I may see him.”
“Gray hair, but of course he will likely be wearing a hat. He has a scar that runs up from the corner of his mouth.” Lord Sinclair kept his eyes on her as she spoke. “It is unlikely he will be alone.”
“Something tells me this is not a man you like, Miss Carlow.”
“He is an acquaintance of my father’s,” she said, not answering his question directly.
His eyes lingered on her a while longer.
“That is a nasty bruise you have on your chin, and under your eyes. May I ask how you came by them, Miss Carlow?”
