The carriage slowed and Emily finally tore her gaze from his. Bash and another man approached on horseback. She drew in a quick, deep breath of air. But quickly released it again when one of his hands twined with hers.
Her gaze snapped back to his. “That doesn’t tell me anything,” she accused even as he lifted her hand to the handle on the back of the carriage and pushed her fingers around the bar.
“I wish I could tell you more.”
“You can,” she started to say but her words were lost as he jumped down from the carriage and darted into an alley.
Cold, hard wind bit through her pelisse as she watched him disappear. Never had a man affected her so and she didn’t even know his name.
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