Chapter Twenty-Six
“It’s not honorable,” Icarus said lamely, and even as the words left his mouth, he heard how hypocritical they were. Taking Miss Trentham to Marshalsea hadn’t been honorable. Taking her to Basingstoke hadn’t been honorable. And bringing her to Bristol certainly wasn’t either. In fact, nothing he’d done had been honorable.
He looked down at the floor. He’d had honor once.
Miss Trentham rose from her chair and came to stand in front of him, not too close, just out of arm’s reach. “The only reason not to do it again would be if one or the other of us doesn’t wish to.”
Icarus reluctantly met her eyes. He’d thought they were sea-green, but he’d been wrong; they were blue, almost the same shade as her gown.
“For my part, I would be happy to do it again. But if you don’t w
