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His nightly brawl was going to come about rather easily tonight, it seemed. As he made his way through the crowd, Hugh kept his eyes on the girl, who was struggling with the biggest of the men facing her.

“Your pardon,” Hugh said politely, making a slight bow. “Is aught amiss?”

The big man surveyed Hugh’s muscular frame from head to foot, then replied, “Leave us be.”

Hugh smiled. “Good sir, you mistake me.” He pushed past them. “I addressed the lady.” He looked into her frightened face inquiringly. “Mistress,” he began, then stopped and held his breath. She was more beautiful than he had expected, more beautiful than any woman he had seen in a long time. Without thinking, Hugh reached up to pull the hood of her cloak away from her head, causing her wheat blond hair to spill free and removing the shadows that hid her eyes.. .sky blue eyes that gazed at him, filled with pleading.

“Please, sir,” she whispered, “I pray you, help me.”

With only those few words, falling from her pretty lips, what had begun as a game for Hugh became something deadly serious.