Page 123 of The Viscount's Seduction
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Sirena. Sirena was in there.
He darted toward the square, judging the flow of the traffic. He’d catch a break when they reached the main street and the crush of traffic slowed them.
He ran, lungs burning, side aching, fists pumping against the air.
As they turned into Regent’s street, a carriage crossed their path. The horses pulled up.
Bakeley reached it in time and yanked open the door.
He roared. Sirena lay sprawled, eyes closed, in the arms of a man—
No. Not a man.
“Take him.”
Pain exploded in the side of his head, and he was yanked and pushed to the narrow floor of the coach.
