School For Heiresses 3- Beware A Scot's Revenge by Sabrina Jeffries

happened to them?
    A glance atLachlan ’s grim face made her shiver. Who knew what might happen to her ? He said he wouldn’t hurt her, but could she believe him? He wasn’t the same man she’d once known. He had a fierceness, a chilling resolve about him. His willingness last night to use kisses to further his plan showed that.
    She had to escape him. But how?
    When they’d stopped to change horses, he’d made her sit as before, with the pistol aimed at the only window whose shade was open. The threat was always that if she gave an alarm, someone would die. She wanted to believe it an idle threat, but dared not risk it. So her only alternative was somehow to seize his firearm. If he’d just fall asleep…
    By the end of their next stop, she wanted to scream. As soon as they left the coaching inn yard, she threw herself across to the other seat with an oath.
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    “I don’t know why you insist on going back over there,” he said calmly. “I’ll just have to make you move again the next time we change horses.”
    “How long do you mean to continue this nonsense?” She couldn’t see the sun setting, since the shade was down on the west-facing window, but it must be nearly eight o’clock on this long summer day. “Do you mean for us to travel all night?”
    “Aye.”
    The terse word sounded the death knell to her hopes for escape. If he didn’t stop at an inn longer than to change horses, how would she ever get away?
    And if she couldn’t get away…
    The full ramifications hit her with a force that knocked the breath from her. If she traveled alone with him for more than a day, she’d be ruined. No one in society would care that it was a kidnapping. He was a man; she was unmarried. That would be enough.
    “This means the end of my reputation,” she whispered, half to herself. For the first time in hours, he really looked at her. “Not if yer father and yer aunt heed my instructions to keep this quiet. They’re sly enough to invent a tale for your sudden absence. And once I settle this matter with yer father—”
    “How do you mean to do that?”
    His expression grew shuttered. “Never you mind how.”
    This only grew worse and worse. “You’re going to kill him.”
    He returned his gaze to the window. “I didn’t say that.”
    But he hadn’t denied it, either. She rubbed her clammy hands on her skirt. “If you kill him, you’ll be hanged, for it will come out that you’re the Scourge.”
    “The Scourge is dead, and I mean for it to stay that way. That’s why I told yer father and yer aunt not to risk yer life by saying otherwise.”
    “And if Papa refuses to play your game? Do you really think he’ll hand over thirty thousand pounds to you without a fight?”
    “He’d better if he wants his daughter back.”
    “But what if he doesn’t?” she persisted.
    His gaze swept down her body in a slow, heated glance. “Then I get to keep you, don’t I?” he said, his voice husky.
    The provocative comment shot a thrill through her before she could stop it. A thrill of fear. Yes, it had to be. Surely she wasn’t fool enough to still find him attractive. He was her enemy, not theLachlan of her Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html dreams. He was the villain behind the ballad hero who’d taken her mouth so sweetly in the dark. So why were her mouth and throat suddenly dry, her hands suddenly shaky? And why, when his gaze darkened to jet black, then fixed on her lips, did her skin come alive, her pulse quickening? Curse him for that. “Keeping me is not a choice.”
    That seemed to jerk him up short. Swiftly, he yanked his gaze over to the window. “Yer father will come for you. Don’t worry about that.”
    Her stomach knotted. Lord save her, now she had something new to worry about.Lachlan might despise her for being her father’s daughter, but he wanted her, too, in the way