A Lady by Midnight (Spindle Cove #3)(98)

It’s me. Come back.

Something flashed in his blue, unfocused gaze—but what it was, she couldn’t tell.

The primal growl building deep in his chest now erupted from his throat. With a hoarse cry he lifted the quarterstaff, swinging both weapon and Kate with violent force, slamming her against the nearest wall.

Several ladies screamed.

Kate couldn’t have screamed if she’d tried. The impact knocked all air from her lungs. For a moment she floated loose in her own body—robbed of sensation, of presence. She didn’t feel any pain—not yet. But she was certain it must be coming. An impact that strong must have broken her somewhere. Her spine, perhaps. A few ribs at the very least.

Then a dizzying rush of air entered her lungs. Her vision sharpened. She could breathe again, freely. The pain still hadn’t arrived.

After a moment’s reflection she understood why. He’d slammed her not against the flat wall, but into a niche. As the quarterstaff was much wider than the recessed alcove, the beams on either side had taken the impact. She was unharmed.

Unharmed, but shaken to her marrow.

If he’d thrown her mere inches to either side, the full force of the quarterstaff would have crashed into her rib cage—wounding her, surely. Killing her, possibly. But even in his darkest, most unthinking moment, Thorne had protected her from himself.

He’d saved her. Now she had to return the favor.

She ignored the room packed with onlookers. She ignored the quarterstaff holding her pinned into the narrow niche. She kept her gaze locked with his. He was far away, and she had to bring him home.

“It’s all right,” she said, speaking in the lowest, most soothing tone she could manage. “Samuel, it’s me. Katie. I’m unharmed, and so are you. You were having a disagreement with Lord Drewe here at Summerfield. But it’s over now. It’s all over. There’s no danger anymore.”

She caught a flicker of awareness in his eyes. He drew a sharp breath.

“Yes,” she encouraged him. “Yes, that’s it. Come back. Back to me. I love you.”

If only she could touch him, it might make all the difference. But the quarterstaff kept them apart.

“Let her go.” Evan appeared at Samuel’s side, pressing a blade to his throat and undoing all Kate’s efforts of the past minute.

“Evan, don’t. Please. You’ll make it worse.”

“Get the hell away from her,” he growled at Thorne.

“You don’t understand, Evan. He didn’t hurt me. He would never hurt me.” She ignored her cousin then and focused on Thorne again, staring deeply into his eyes. “Samuel, you must come back to me. Now. I need you here.”

That did it.

His breathing steadied and recognition smoothed the creases in his brow. His eyes focused—first on her face, then on the quarterstaff and their position against the wall.

“Oh, Jesus,” he breathed. Anguish tweaked his voice. “Katie. What did I do to you?”

“Nothing,” she assured him. “Nothing but remove me from the path of harm. I’m fine.”

“Bollocks,” said Evan. “You could have killed her.”

“Don’t believe him,” Kate said. “I know the truth. You didn’t hurt me at all. You’d never hurt me.”

Bram appeared then, reaching for the quarterstaff. “Stand down, Thorne. The fight’s over.”

Samuel nodded, still clutching the weapon tight. “Yes. It’s all over.”

“Don’t say that,” Kate pleaded, pushing against the staff that kept her pinned. She needed to touch him, to hold him tight. If only she could get her arms around him, she could change his mind.

He seemed to know it, too.

“I can’t risk it,” he whispered, holding her off. “I can’t. I love you too much. I thought I could make myself into the man you need—a husband fit for a lady—but . . .” His face twisted as he swept a tormented gaze down and then up her body. “Look at this. I don’t belong in this world anymore. If I ever did.”

“Then we’ll go find another world,” she said. “Together. I’d give up everything for you.”

He shook his head, still holding her off. “I can’t let you do that. You say this life doesn’t matter, but if I take you from it . . . you’ll come to resent me, in time. I’ll resent myself. Family means so much to you.”

“You mean more.”

“Drewe,” he said, still staring into Kate’s eyes, “how soon could you marry her?”

“Tomorrow,” Evan answered.

“And you’ll protect her? Against rumor, scandal. Against those who would treat her ill or use her for her fortune.”

“With my life.”

“Samuel, no.” Kate fought back tears.

He nodded, still looking at her. “Then do it. I’ll leave England as soon as I know it’s done. As soon as I know she’s safe.”

“I won’t marry him,” Kate objected. “And Samuel, you won’t let it happen. You say this now, but do you mean for me to believe you’ll sit in the pews of St. Ursula’s tomorrow morning and watch, while I walk down the aisle with another man?”

At that, he hesitated.

“You wouldn’t let it happen. I know you wouldn’t.”