loyal to this country than I! I was born here. Every drop of my blood is English. Iâve come home after twelve miserable years in a country I could never call mine, and nothing and no one will ever force me to leave again!â
âI beg your pardon, butââ
âAnd anyway,â she added furiously, âit wasnât my loyalty Mr. Riordan was testing!â
âIâve already apologized for Philipâs behavior. It was inappropriate.â
She made an angry, inarticulate sound. Inappropriate!
âBut I confess, I donât quite understand your agitation. After all, nothing really happened.â
Cass opened her mouth, then closed it and sat back in seething exasperation. It was pointless to tell him no man had ever taken such liberties with her before. Or, if that wasnât quite true, at least not in the same way Mr. Riordan had taken themâ and never with such devastating results. âWe appear to have different views on what constitutes ânothing,â Mr. Quinn,â she said with frosty dignity. âBut never mind; as I said before, our bargainâs over.â
He put his fingers together and pressed them against his lips in the prayer-like way he had. âIâm afraid itâs not that simple.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou canât break our agreement now; itâs too late.â
She laughed without humor. âNevertheless, I do break it. Youâll have to carry out your devious little scheme without me.â
âYou donât understand. You canât break it.â
âWhat do you mean?â she said again, frowning.
âVery simply, you know too much. You know me, you know Riordan, and you know who weâre after. You have no choice now but to help us.â
âBut I refuse.â
âThen youâll be arrested.â
She forced a laugh. Quinn stared back owlishly, and she realized he was serious. âYou canât do that,â she scoffed.
âOf course I can, with the greatest ease. I can instruct the driver of this carriage to take us to Newgate right now, where you can be imprisoned for as long as I like, on any grounds I like. I most certainly have the power, Miss Merlin, and I promise you Iâm not bluffing.â
For the second time in the same day, Cassandra called a man a bastard.
âI would do it in a minute,â he continued as though she hadnât spoken, âthough certainly with great regret. Now, listen to me. Youâre angry and you feel insulted, perhaps even ashamed. For the third time, Iâll tell you Iâm sorry it happened. But itâs over. Itâs time to get on with our business, which is a little more important than your hurt feelings. Iâm prepared to double the money we agreed on before; you can consider it payment for services rendered, shall we say, beyond the call of duty.â
His cold-bloodedness appalled her. She was preparing to tell him precisely what he could do with his money when the carriage came to such an abrupt stop that she was almost thrown into his lap. In the next moment the door was yanked open and the enormous torso of Philip Riordan filled the portal. âWhere the bloody hell did you find her?â was his gracious greeting.
How could she ever have found his angry, arrogant face handsome? wondered Cass, willing herself to sit still and not shrink away from his intimidating presence. She noticed with a mixture of horror and satisfaction the faint bluish bruise on the left side of his jawânot, it was true, as noticeable as the one on the knuckles of her right hand, but definitely visible. She couldnât recall ever having struck anyone before, not even a childhood playmate.
âIn Piccadilly,â Quinn snapped. âMiss Merlin has just been telling me she doesnât wish to continue in our employ.â
âOh, she doesnât, eh?â He turned to her; their eyes clashed. In that instant