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***Originally titled The Angel's Assassin, this book has been retitled and given a new cover.***
As a rebellion sweeps England, Lady Annabel finds her home overrun by rebels. Much to her relief, a dark knight comes to her rescue, claiming to have been sent to protect her by her uncle.
But Nicholas holds a secret about the job he was sent to do and it is a far cry from what Annabel believes it to be. As the attraction between them grows, Nicholas begins to question the dark life he has lived. But is it enough to change him and will Annabel ever trust again after learning the true nature of his sinful duty?
their conversation the night before, Edith was quiet and Annabel knew it was her persistent need for answers that had been the cause. Having attended Mass and broken her fast with some bread, cheese and dried fruit, she was escorted out of the gate house. A great sense of relief washed over her as she left the quiet confines of the convent. Sister Margaret bid her a soft goodbye and carefully closed the gate behind her. Atop a grey rouncey awaited Nicholas, looking as expressionless as ever.
“Follow him and ensure everything goes to plan. I shall away to London to speak with the king.” Godfrey nodded, the growl of assent just audible. Benedict turned to the window once more, imagining he could see the nameless assassin slipping through the night, drawing Annabel to her doom. A twisted smile sat on his lips. Aye, all would be as it should soon enough. Chapter 2 A loud crash caused Annabel to jump. The sound of shouts and the clashing of swords reverberated off the stone walls
under the control of a lord now. The rebels saw ‘im coming an’ scarpered.” Nicholas considered this. How was it that Benedict had managed to evict the rebels? He had himself witnessed their violence and determination. He could not see them capitulating with such ease. “You know the name of this lord?” He was sure that it had to be Benedict but he wanted to see if Albin knew aught else. “Nay, all I know is he came down from London and talk of treachery follows ‘im.” Nicholas nodded. Were the
by the end of the second day much of him was caked in mud. They were finally fed that eve, Godfrey having picked up supplies at the last village, and they all ate greedily with little show of obstinate pride. Nicholas’ exhaustion finally took its toll the next day and she could not prevent herself from crying it out as he fell and was dragged behind the horse. “Uncle, pray stop! You will kill him.” Benedict paused, pulling his mount to a stop, and Godfrey followed suit. Sneering as he
somewhere where she would be known and she didn’t wish to bring danger to any of the local villages. “Nay, we shall find an inn further out.” Sighing in relief, she smiled at him as she caught him observing her out of the corner of his eyes. His gaze snapped away and she silently chuckled. For some reason, she disconcerted this brazen warrior and it delighted her somewhat. Mayhap it was her jovial temperament. Indeed he looked as though he rarely smiled and she hadn’t seen him release one yet.