The Knight’s Arms. Winter barely glanced at it as she continued past, but the scrolling script burned into the wood remained fixed in her mind. As soon as they turned the corner, she held up so Freeman could draw even with her. “You are sure he is the only one inside?” Not so much as a hint of a smile softened his features. “I’m sure. Are you sure this is the best idea?” “Have you come up with a better one?” Freeman’s lips whitened, so hard did he press them together. “Only what you already dismissed.” Because stealing one of Grandfather’s guns was unthinkable—if they were caught, Grandfather wouldn’t hesitate to turn it on them. But purchasing one from George Knight…well, the worst he could do was laugh at them. Or tell Bennet. That could certainly be worse. She had every intention of confessing her loyalties to him soon, but she would rather no one else did it for her. Especially in a way that would reveal her covert involvement. Her loyalties she would make clear, but the Culper Ring’s secrets were not hers to share, just hers to protect.
