Chapter 8
“Why in God’s name didn’t you give him what he was asking?” Julien demanded, and then made an effort to rein in his temper. He really had no right to take the younger man to task for his actions, but he had to vent his emotions somehow.
After dropping off his companion from the theater, Julien had decided to head home—despite the man’s suggestions that he stay for the night. His coachman had merely been cutting across some less-traveled streets to save time, and as Julien looked out his window, he’d seen a gentleman being dragged into the alley. Instinct had him jumping from his coach and rushing to the man’s aid. It wasn’t until he heard the American accent that he realized who the victim was, and suddenly instead of mere concern, icy fear had gripped him.
“He wanted my watch
