Читать книгу Surrender To The Marquess - Louise Allen - Страница 3

‘Ladies need protection.’ Lucian stalked over to the balustrade.

Shaking the provoking creature would not be a good illustration of his case—kissing her would be even worse.

‘How did you get here this evening, for example? These streets and lanes are dark—anyone could be lurking.’

‘By sedan chair, with the same two reliable, burly chairmen I always use. They will come and collect me later. And should desperate footpads leap out and manage to fell both of them I can defend myself.’

‘How? With sharp words?’ he demanded, and took two strides to stand in front of her, his hands either side, pinning her back against the balustrade. ‘Men are stronger, more vicious, than you could imagine.’

‘Also more vulnerable,’ she murmured. ‘Look down, my lord. It is not only my words that have an edge.’

He did—just as he felt pressure against the falls of his evening breeches. In the moonlight something glinted: sharp steel, held rocksteady in her hand.

Lucian stood quite still. ‘Where did that come from?’