When the way was clear, he stalked back to his coach.
"There's an inn up ahead. That's where we'll stop." He thought he saw the man
nod beneath the soggy brim of his hat. He climbed into the coach and
tapped his fingers in consternation. When he got to the inn, he would find
Hazel, be sure she was alright and then drag her to a private room where they
could talk. He would make it very clear that he did not appreciate being
poisoned and left for dead. He would demand an explanation for her behavior.
And an apology. And her hand in marriage. Perhaps not in that order.
His coach stopped in front of The Black Swan. He stepped out and jumped
down, immediately sinking into the mud until it sucked his boots right
under. He pul ed is his feet free with a curse.
He stepped into the inn a
