“Who the hell are you?” Saville growled.
“Oh,” the woman in red said, “we shall get to it soon enough, but first you shall have to come with us.”
Were they beingkidnapped?
“We are not going anywhere with you.” Saville stretched out a leg lazily. “Run along. You weren’t invited to the party.”
Four pistols appeared from beneath the cloaks and pointed straight at them. “As you can see, we are not giving you a choice.”
“Well, why didn’t you just start with that?” Saville asked, stumbling to his feet. He swayed. “We don’t want any trouble.”
Dear God.
“Warrick, dear,” the woman said. “You, too.”
Warrick, dear?Why did her voice sound so familiar?
“Warrick, dear?” Saville arched a brow at him, his eyes shooting daggers. “Love is truly grand.”
“Don’t start. I have no clue who this woman is.” Warrick studied the figures. “But I suspect you are from the secret club that has recently surfaced in London.”
Soft laughter filled the air. “Why, you are correct. I must say, I never thought Lady Selena would tell you about us. I daresay that’s where you heard about us, is that correct?”
Warrick paused. This had to be the woman Selena had met at the warehouse.
“My sister?” He looked at Warrick then back to the women. “What does my sister have to do with you?”
“Oh dear, the Earl of Saville doesn’t know anything,” the woman murmured. “How interesting. But to answer your question, my lord, your sister haseverythingto do with us. She is, after all, in possession of something we want.”
“What the devil could Selena have that you want?” Warrick demanded. Did this have something to do with how she acted after he retrieved her from their meeting?
More laughter rang out. “She told you about us, but she didn’t tell you about this? What an interesting girl. It seems she might be leaning toward meeting our conditions to join us after all.”
“My sister will do no such thing,” Saville bit out.
Her hooded head turned to Saville. “That is not up to you, my lord.”
“What, no Savilledear, for me?” he mocked.
“Of course not, that endearment is meant only for my lover.”
Warrick froze.
Her what?
Him?
The sting of steely eyes settled on him once more. “Don’t look at me like that. I only have one lover and that’s—”
“That’s?” Saville’s entire body puffed up. “That’s who?”
Warrick clamped his mouth shut. No need to poke the bear again. He turned to the women. “Why kidnap us?” She’d mention conditions. He didn’t have a good feeling about that at all. “What do you want?”
“Insurance, Warrick, dear. Insurance.” She motioned with her pistol to a carriage waiting in the street beyond. “On you go.”
On you go?
Just like that?
