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Ask her for forgiveness?

Again, why?

Until today, she had only ever shown him contempt and loathing.

By God, he would never be numpty enough to declare himself.

Not when she leveled him with a murderous glance that might have incinerated another man, but Shelby had built up years of resistance to her scorching scorn.

“Well?” She crossed her arms across her chest. “Have you nothing to say?”

I love you.

I have only ever loved you.

How could I watch you suffer and do nothing?

I would rather carve out my eyes and go through life blind than ignore your plight.

Shelby removed his hat and plowed a hand through his hair.

Her accusing gaze probed him, as if she were seeing him clearly for the first time.

Perhaps, in a way, she was.

“This is not the time to speak of it, Roxina.”

Shelby deliberately kept his tone neutral, his pitch subdued.

They were not safe.

Even now, Desmond and his men might bear down upon them. “We must make our escape, but I give you my word, we will both have our say once at my cousin’s.”

Dash nuzzled her hand, and she dropped her attention to him. “I do not intend to stay at your cousin’s beyond tonight.”

Shelby firmed his mouth against the irritated retort that sprang to his lips. Because truthfully, Roxina had no choice. He would lock her in a chamber if it meant keeping her safe.

THIRTEEN

Outskirts of Greenwich

Later that night—around half-past eleven

Every step toward Greenwich—a gamble between freedom and disaster.

Roxina scarcely spoke as they stealthily made their way to Greenwich.

Her reaction to discovering Shelby was once again her benefactor made no logical sense. Why did it surprise her that he continued supporting her after she left London?

Had she suspected it was him somewhere deep inside?

Was this ire tunneling through her, making her almost stomp as she walked, more toward herself for being stupid?

Lips pursed, she gave herself a mental shake and pushed the situation with Shelby into a niche to examine later. Her focus must be on eluding Desmond and his men.

Afterward, she would examine her emotions.

Ever diligent, carrying the bag of goods from the cottage, Shelby strode strong and silent on her left, closest to the road, while Dash trotted along on her right.