CHAPTER NINEWith her heart thumping wildly, Jasmina crept slowly around the boat shed, her footsteps muffled in the thick soft snow.
The night was inky dark. The earlier starry sky had vanished as large black clouds swept in across the moors, blanketing the moon and casting everything into gloom.
But luckily the freshly fallen snow gave off plenty of reflected light even in the dark shadowy areas.
She did not know how she had found the courage to leave Richard behind, still bound, a captive of the men who conspired to steal his valuable Government documents.
All she knew was that the agony on the Earl’s face had not been caused by his own pain and imprisonment.
Nor did she truly believe that it was putting her life in jeopardy that worried him so much.
No, it was the result of fear o
