Phoebe awake. She did not rouse with a start, but a slow awareness that she was not lying under the large tree by the lake, and once again Hugh must have come for her while she slept. Except they travelled too fast, as if at any moment the equipage might careen out of control. Though she reposed on her side on the well-padded squab with a soft blanket covering her, there was an aching discomfort in her shoulders, an odd taste in her mouth, and she needed to badly attend to her body needs.
Her lashes fluttered open, and all her senses surged to life at the sight of the man sitting on the opposite seat. The Sparrow. A kiss of warning quivered down her spine, and her heart increased its tempo. With a gasp, she scrambled to sit up, wincing at the rush of tingles all over her body. Finally, she was in a sitting position, and she glared at the man who watched her with cool unconcern. She glanced around the unfamiliar carriage. “What is going on?” she demanded through dried, cracked lips.
He reached out, and in his hand was a flask. “It is water. I imagine you might be very thirsty.”
She took it from him, quite aware if he had meant her grievous bodily harm she would not have woken just now. Phoebe took a sip of the refreshing water then a few more greedy gulps before she was satisfied.
“Have you gone mad?” Phoebe asked, knowing he had everything to do with her presence in this carriage. “What have you done?”
An audacious twinkle appeared in his eyes. “It was unfortunate, but this is a kidnapping.”
Panic crashed into her senses with the weight of a boulder. “A kidnapping!” Good heavens! She rubbed a painful ache at the back of her neck. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Hours have passed, I’m afraid.”
A rushing sensation went through her, leaving Phoebe a tad dizzy. Dear God! The single thought that eclipsed all others was that to her family she had simply gone missing. She had fallen into a routine with Franny where, despite having a nursemaid, Phoebe bathed and sang to her daughter every day before reading her a bedtime story. Then she would spend the rest of the evening with her husband.
What must they be thinking now?
Aghast, she drew the carriage curtains aside to see a dark, unfamiliar landscape. A hollow sensation invaded her midsection. “How did I get here?”
The man had the grace to look uneasy. “I have been watching your coming and going from a distance. I gathered your routine, and while you slept…I took you away.”
The sheer ease of his actions robbed her of breath. “Without me waking?”
He looked away briefly, and the feeling inside got heavier.
All the ways heroines had been taken in those gothic novels she read swarmed through her recollections. “You…you drugged me,” she said accusingly, pressing a hand to her chest.
Surprise flared in his eyes, confirming her fears.
“Have you no shame?”
His jaw tightened. “I was incredibly careful, and no harm was done. I made sure of that. My job here is to save you, and I did what was necessary to achieve that means. It was clear to me that you would not come willingly, and I had my directives.”
“Directives?” she snarled, gripping the edge of the seat in a white-knuckle grip. “Save me? How dare you! I was with my family! Did you even let them know you took me? Of course not! Or you would not have acted in such a despicable and clandestine manner.”
Her mind reeled with anger and a piercing disquiet. The implication sat heavy in her bones. It was already late into the night. She had not been there to put Franny to bed. And Hugh… God, what must he be thinking?
The viscount leaned forward. “Lady Phoebe, your family is in England and very worried. The duke himself told me you should be returned at all costs. Let me urge you to—”
Her hands flew, and she slapped his face with all the fury burning in her heart. “You will turn this carriage around immediately!”
He leaned back, seemingly uncaring she had slapped him. “I am regretful to say I cannot agree to that. We are very soon to be in England.”
She pushed the curtains aside. “I cannot credit your words or actions.”
“We have been travelling nonstop. Only to swap out a team of horses a few times. We travelled through the night and the day.”
A full day had passed. “Why