That would make this whole miserable trek in this godforsaken rain worth it. Wouldn’t that be a surprise? He couldn’t wait to see the look of shock on the earl’s face. He didn’t know how closely his precious earldom was tied up in the whole plan.
But the earl had somehow discovered everything. He had done all he could to keep his work a secret. Someone was determined to ruin everything…and that someone had to be stopped. He had received word by messenger early that morning-critical information that pointed to the possibility that the scheme he had set in motion was about to be compromised. He hadn’t planned to make this particular journey today-but some things would not wait. The creature’s fear would ordinarily irritate him and mark it for sale or slaughter, but today the wet cliffs made him equally cautious. His horse was uncertain of its footing, shying away from speed and direction in favor of steady ground. The rain fell steadily on the slick rocks marking the edge of the Essex countryside, where the land fell in sheer cliffs to a frigid winter sea.
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