Something wasn’t right. The feeling of dread washed over him, but he had no idea why. “Brums!” he called out to his butler. Quickly entering the room, Brums looked a bit flustered from his lord’s loud summons. “Yes, my lord?” “Is anything the matter with the staff?” His voice was a bit hoarse. A sweat broke out over his skin. “No. Not that I know of.” He looked puzzled. “Is everything all right, my lord?” Quinton slowly shook his head. Was he imagining it all? No. Something had to be wrong. While he had never felt this way before, he knew he wasn’t imagining it. “No. Have my horse readied at once.” With a brisk nod, Brums left to do his lord’s bidding. Donning his coat and hat, Quinton strode to his horse, determined to be off immediately. Where he was going, he hadn’t a clue. Sera. His heart raced in panic as his love’s face flew through his mind. Without a doubt, something had happened to her. With the speed of a devil, Quinton rode through the streets of London at a neck breaking pace, only slackening the lead on the horse when he flew off his back in front of Sera’s home.
