Resolution filled him; he needed to get Wheaton off of Evelyn’s back. He had to get the warrant for her arrest quashed and find out where Sully was being held. He could do none of those things from his bed in the cabin, no matter how much he longed to stay there. He could not imagine Evelyn’s thoughts at the moment. He only prayed his efforts were successful and she would eventually understand his motivations were true. Arolas never would have let him go. The man didn’t trust him worth a stick. Lord only knew what he was telling Evelyn at the moment. Guilt and fear made Justin kick his heels, pressing the tired mount to the end of his endurance. He just prayed his own fortitude would stand the trial of making it to Reading. If he could get there, he would do something he had not done in his life: brandish his peerage like a shield against intimidation and as a sword to get what he wanted—quick transit to London. He would use every resource available to him to make things right for Evelyn; it was the least he could do.
