Mornay’s whole being. His mind, heart, and limbs all rebelled at the words he’d just heard: It’s Miss Forsythe, sir. She’s been abducted—again! Every last bit of him wanted to yell nooo! Instead he took a deep breath to steady himself and forced his brain to remain calm. “What happened, Freddie?” The butler had sent a man to Hanover Square already and had the whole story. Mornay’s heart sank while he listened to it, but he also felt a determination and anger growing within him so that he flew into action. No wonder they had failed to find Wingate. While they’d been scouring his neighborhood in their search for him, he’d been plotting and planning in theirs! It was the perfect irony. He turned to Lord Antoine, who had heard the explanation and whose mouth was set and hardened in as firm a line as Mornay’s. He stifled an oath and instead vowed, “We’ll find them. I promise you!” “Good,” Mornay said. He then turned back to the butler. “Open the armoury.”
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