CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Sebastian pushed his stolen horse forward, racing across the countryside with as much speed as he dared in a land of hills and uneven ground. He had to get to Sophia before she left. He had to.
Already, he felt as though he was behind. He’d been trying to get to Sophia before Rupert could, but the detour he’d had to take to escape his brother’s men had turned into a wider detour, until Sebastian had been so far out of his way that he had barely been able to find the way back. Now, every second that passed felt like a second in which Rupert could be hurting the woman he loved.
If he did, then Sebastian would kill him, brother or not.
The gardener, McCallum, had told him where he needed to go, so Sebastian aimed for the coast, trying to catch sight of the fishing villa
