Tatiana said.They sat in an elegant landau. The exterior was polished to a high sheen. The horses wer blooded bays, sleek, fast, and breathtaking. Inside the carriage, the seats were upholstered in plush scarlet velvet, but MacTavish’s knuckles looked white in the deepening darkness. She had been correct. Horses made him nervous, and somehow that knowledge made her want to cry.“What?” he asked.“Drake…” she began, though it was hard to speak around the lump in her throat. She swallowed it and concentrated on the mission at hand. She had no choice. She would be free. “’E ’ad me blindfolded.”“I thought it was dark.”“I told you ’e was cautious.”MacTavish leaned forward to request a blindfold, but at the same moment the door opened, and Burr handed in a sash. MacTavish took it without question and tied it around her eyes. She settled back against the cushions.“Are you ready?” he asked.She counted in silence, listening for the sounds of hoofbeats outside the carriage.
