Chapter Four
The hackney trotted back towards the Thames. Letty stared out the window but it wasn’t Southwark she saw; it was Mr. Reid pinning Dunlop to the wall.
Such casual violence, performed as effortlessly as breathing.
She glanced at Reid. He was sunk deep in thought, his brow furrowed.
Her gaze dropped to Reid’s hands, clenched in his lap. They looked like gentleman’s hands, clad in leather gloves, but they weren’t; they were fighter’s hands, large and strong and brutal.
She knew she should be repelled by him—but she wasn’t.
Reid was tougher than any man she’d ever met. He was more a man than any man she’d met. He was dangerous. And because of those things—perversely, and against her better judgment—she was attracted to him.
He’s not attracted to me, Letty thought wryly. She
