Six
Victoria slammed the door behind her and fell across the bed, her vision clouded by tears. What kind of fool am I that I should be attracted to a man who drinks? It was bad enough her father expected her to marry such a man, but to be smitten by such a blackguard, here, in this remote city…why?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of angry shouts coming through the partially open window that overlooked the street. She rose into a sitting position as she wiped the tears from her face. Only then did she cross the room to the window. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
A mob of angry, shouting people pushed a rotund man, his hands tied behind his back, down the street. He stumbled and nearly fell as two burly men at the head of the mob pushed him until he stood upri
