A Carriage Ride~
Nigel Willoughby
Jorendon
Ruadmoon, 4400
Pawley drove the carriage away, and Nigel started up the steps on a warm autumn night. Perhaps Lucinda would want to dine in the courtyard. The star lilies were in bloom.
“You will come with me, aye?”
Nigel paused at the guttural demand delivered with a distinct Gaurenne accent. He peered into the shadows and caught the glint of a silver pistol.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I hold the pistol,” the man answered evenly. “And I have your lady.”
It was a compelling argument. Nigel calculated his options. He focused on the shadows and unwound the stranger’s past hour. Time rolled backward to show him Lucinda bound and gagged.
“Take me to her.”
“That was my intent,” said the Gaurenne. “I am to bring you both.”
Nigel had no
