Page 120 of New Storm Rising
And now…
A bloodthirsty grin spread across my face. With a last grateful nod I turned away from Nelly towards the door.
Mr Ambrose, here I come!
It’s quite amazing how fast men will get out of the way for a woman with a large steak knife in one hand and a rolling pin in the other. I made a mental note to mention it to Patsy once I got back to London. Those might be quite useful as standard equipment for suffragist rallies in the future.
Just then, the hurriedly parting crowd opened up in front of me, revealing the figure of Karim standing guard in front of the door of the town hall, which apparently had been temporarily appropriated by the marshal and a certain British business mogul as their headquarters. Marching up to him, I raised an eyebrow. Along with a rolling pin.
“Out of my way.”
Karim looked severely uncomfortable. “TheSahibordered me to let you in once you arrived.”
“He did? Feeling brave, is he?”
“He stated you would not hurt him.”
“Amazing, the kind of delusions men can come up with.”
Karim swallowed.
“Now…” I lifted the rolling pin a little higher. “Step aside.”
The bodyguard hesitated, then complied.
Eyes sparkling with murderous intent, I stalked up the front stairs and into the entrance hall.Not hurt him?Ha! That son of a bachelor had some self-confidence! What reason could I possibly have to not dent his top hat with my rolling pin after the stuff he’d pulled?
No, he would get his comeuppance! And there was nothing, absolutely nothing, he could do to change my mind!
Crossing the hall, I stepped up to the front desk which, to my amusement, was still staffed by the same young fellow.
“Hello there.” I lifted the steak knife in greeting. “I’m looking for my husband. Have you seen him?”
Eyes fixated on the rusty knife, the young man lifted an arm to point at a particular door. What a nice, accommodating fellow.
Behind the door in question, there was a corridor. At the end of the corridor, there stood some guards. When they recognized me, they let me through without hesitation. My, my. Mr Rikkard Ambrose must really be feeling brave. Or really foolish. Nothing could save him from my wrath!
Finally, I came to a halt in front of the last door. Taking a deep breath, I reached out—and flung it open!
There he was!
I stalked inside, my incendiary gaze fixed intently on Mr Rikkard Ambrose, who was, of all things,sitting behind a desk and reading papers! As if this were just another day at the office and he could still make me do anything he wanted!
With a crash, I slammed the door shut behind me.
Mr Ambrose didn’t even look up from his piles of papers. I felt my left eyelid twitch.
“You…! I’ve got some things to ‘discuss’ with you, darling.”
“Indeed?”
“Oh yes, indeed!”
“I see.” He looked up, his cold gaze sweeping over me. “But before you do that, there is something you might want to take into account.”
“There is?” I snorted. Did he really think there was anything he could say, anything he could do, anything he could come up with that would possibly save him from my righteous wrath?
“Indeed,” Mr Rikkard Ambrose said.
