What if he had not been believed?
What if they were being marched through the forest and to Fort-de-France right now?
There was no reason for the soldiers to return. They had found nothing. If they had been suspicious, then they would not have left, Rhys reminded himself.
What if when he got out of here and returned, he found them gone?
What if they were rescued in his absence?
While they would be safe, he would miss Tempest.
Except, he would call on her the first chance he had. If he managed to get out of here.
At the very least, when the English invaded, they might find him and set him free. Or so he hoped.
Yet, despite how he tried to think of an escape plan, and part of his mind was always watching and waiting, Rhys could not set thoughts of Tempest aside.
He had never worried about anyone so much in his life.
And it wasn’t just because she and her sisters were vulnerable and alone at the house, but because…
Because he loved her and did not know what he would do if something happened to her.
When had he fallen in love with Tempest?
Was it love?
He had never experienced that emotion before.
How did someone even know if it was love?
Blast!
He needed to get out of here and back to her. He needed her. He wanted her and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was waiting to claim a kiss. He wanted to claim her for life.
Bloody hell!
He pushed his fingers through his hair, alarmed that he was sitting in a gaol, and she was waiting for rescue and he was just now realizing that he was in love with her.
He had to get out of here and soon.
“Hey there, who are you?”
“I am here to see my husband.”
Rhys sat up.
The woman sounded like Tempest, but she would not be so foolish.
“No visitors this late at night.”
He didn’t even know what time it was, but he did not care either.
“But I must see him.” She sniffed. “I must.”
Rhys rose from his cot and walked to the bars to look out so he could see who the woman was.
The other men in the row of cells did the same.
