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the door. “Hurry, we have work to do.”
    â€œWhat? Wherlocke’s gone. Doubt he will be falling back into our hands again.”
    â€œHe will. We just need to find out who freed him.”
    â€œAnd how do we do that? We got no idea who got him out of here.”
    â€œOh, yes, we do. It is someone close to here and it is a woman with a very fine arse and long red hair. Find her and we find Wherlocke.”

Chapter 3
    Argus woke to pain and could not silence the groan that escaped him. He did not think anything was broken inside him, but he doubted there was a place on his body that was not bruised. There was a tightness around his ribs and he suspected someone had wrapped them, for, although he was certain none of them were broken, he would not be surprised if they had been cracked. Something cool and damp rested on his eyes and then it was gone. Cautious, unsure of how swollen his eyes were, he opened them and found himself staring into a pair of wide, dark green eyes. Beautiful eyes, set beneath gently arched brows and rimmed with long lashes tipped with copper. Eyes soft with concern.
    â€œLady Lorelei,” he said, and winced when just speaking those two words hurt his throat.
    â€œYes.” Lorelei slid her hand beneath his head, easing it up just enough so that he could drink some broth without drooling. “I think the sleep has done you some good. Your face is not as swollen as it was.”
    â€œHow long have I been asleep?”
    â€œLast night and most of this day.”
    â€œAh. And just where am I?”
    â€œAt Dunn Manor. My cousins’ home. Only Cyrus, Peter, and my maid know you are here. Cyrus and Peter tended most of your injuries, including wrapping your ribs for they were certain some were cracked, so you must be careful how you move. We have placed you in a room at the far end of the wing used only for guests. It will not even get its next round of cleaning for a week. As soon as you regain some of your strength, we will take you to Sundun-moor. You can finish healing in the gatehouse there. It is also only used for guests, being cleaned and aired out only twice a year or when some visitors are expected, and none are expected for months yet, so you should be quite safe there.”
    All the while she spoke, she urged more broth down his throat. It was surprisingly tasty and well seasoned, but he knew he would soon want more substantial food. He also suspected that some of the herbs he tasted were added not just for the flavoring, but to help in healing his wounds or in aiding him to sleep well. Argus was not sure lying in a bed being tended to by a pretty green-eyed woman was what he ought to be doing, however. Charles would not take the loss of his prisoner well. His presence here could well put this woman in danger.
    â€œMy family?” he managed to ask between swallows.
    â€œStill no word from them. The ones I sent letters to may have left for the country as so many do at this time of the year. It will take some time for my letters to reach them. Unless, do you happen to know exactly where some of your family are now? I could send out a few more letters if you do.”
    Argus pushed her hand away when she tried to give him more broth, knowing that his stomach could deal with no more, that it needed a very gentle reintroduction to ample food of any kind. It was a weak gesture, his hand shaking, but she heeded it, setting the bowl aside. He prayed the weakness gripping him would fade soon.
    â€œI was but newly back in England from a long journey on the continent when I was taken, so I fear I do not know the plans any of my family may have made for the summer. Best to just wait for a little longer.” He tried and failed to keep his eyes open. “I am too weak to fight my enemy anyway. Are you certain that you are safe?”
    â€œOh, yes, quite safe.”
    There had been the slightest hesitation before she replied, but sleep dragged him into its