Whirlwind Wedding

Chapter 24

Elizabeth had to distract Gaspard. And she had to do it quickly.

"I know about William," she said relieved that her voice sounded so steady.

Gaspard went completely still. "Who?"

"William. The Englishman you bought weapons from in London last year."

A muffled moan sounded from the woman. Gaspard glared at her. "Silence, putain." He whipped his attention back to Elizabeth. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She raised her brows. "But you do. You were seen at the docks." Shaking her head she made a tsking sound. "A very amateurish, sloppy job of smuggling."

"Taisez-vous! Shut your stupid mouth! It was perfect. Except that batard Anglais double-crossed me." He spit on the wooden floor. "But he will get exactly what he deserves. He will die. Slowly."

His words curled around Elizabeth, chilling her. "You know where he is."

Menace glittered in his eyes. "Oui He was supposed to be dead, but a friend saw him. Just weeks ago. Not ten miles from here. I knew then Claudine was nearby. And I knew once I had her, he would come for her. And he did."

"Where is he?"

A sinister grin twisted his lips. "Close enough to hear her screams. I want him wondering what I am doing to his pute. I will enjoy showing him her dead body… then killing him."

Another moan came from the woman and Gaspard jerked his head in her direction. "Shut up!"

Scenes burst in Elizabeth's mind, colliding so quickly she could barely assimilate them. William. Bound and gagged. Struggling to free himself. Dear God, she had to keep Gaspard talking. An image clicked in her mind. "Claudine… she is William's wife."

Color mottled his fleshy face. "She is nothing but a traitorous pute. While the English pigs were killing our countrymen, our friends and neighbors, our own brother, she was rescuing the batard Anglais, spreading her legs for him. It took me over a year to find her, but now that I have, she will pay, as will he."

Elizabeth looked at Claudine. Tears ran from the woman's eyes. "William was wounded," Elizabeth said. "She nursed him and they fell in love."

"Love." Gaspard again spit on the floor, then settled a hate-filled glare upon his sister. "You forgot what they did to us, to our family. The English bastards stole everything from us. And that whoreson killed Julien." His voice rose to a near scream. "Our brother died in the battle that wounded your English pig. You betrayed us all, rescuing him, marrying him. How many of our countrymen's lives did you sacrifice for having that bastard between your thighs?"

His lips curled in a sneer and his gaze raked the bound woman. "When I found out what you'd done, how you'd betrayed us, I went to find him. When I did he convinced me that because of you, he was sympathetic to our cause. Fool that I was, I gave him a chance to prove it." His eyes narrowed to slits. "He sold me English weapons. I tested a half dozen and they were good. I couldn't wait to kill English pigs with their own pistols! But he was lying. Only the top few weapons worked. When my men used them, they were massacred. Because of you. You!"

He returned his attention to Elizabeth. Madness glittered in his eyes. "His regiment killed Mien. He ruined my sister, turned her into a traitor." His voice went flat. "The blood of my compatriots is on her hands. The blood of my brother. And I shall see that she pays. It is my duty."

His gaze flickered to the pistol in his hand and Elizabeth immediately sensed that her time was almost up. Desperate to divert him, she opened her mouth to speak, but her words were cut off by a sound filling her head. An urgent sound. Words.

Frowning, she tried to concentrate. Austin's voice suddenly filled her brain. Move away from the window.

It was as if he stood right next to her and had spoken aloud. Move away from the window. Move away from the window.

She took a tiny step sideways and Gaspard jerked his gaze back to her face. "Don't move or I'll shoot you."

Dear God what was she going to do? Clearly Austin was behind her, at the window. He needed her to move to get a clear shot at Gaspard but if she moved Gaspard would kill her. He obviously planned to kill her anyway, but she didn't want to encourage him to do the deed sooner than he planned. There was only one thing she could do. Just as she contemplated it, Austin's voice echoed in her brain.

Drop to the floor! She fell like a stone.

Glass shattered behind her and the deafening report of a pistol rent the air.

Austin looked through the shattered window. Gaspard was on his knees, his face a clenched mask of pain, his hands pressed against his stomach. Bright red blood oozed between his fingers, drenching his shirt. His pistol lay on the floor behind him.

Elizabeth. Was she hurt? The chilling thought had no sooner entered his mind than she jumped to her feet and stood before him. His knees nearly sagged. She was all right.

She was all right.

Swallowing the relief that threatened to liquefy his knees, he said quietly, "Unlock the door."

She immediately did as he requested. He entered the room, and shoving her behind him, he picked up Gaspard's pistol. Then he turned to her. "Are you hurt?"

Her eyes anxiously scanned his face. "No. Are you all right?"

He was anything but. He'd almost lost everything that mattered to him. But now was not the time to discuss it. "I'm fine." He tore his gaze from her pale face and fastened his attention on Gaspard, who was struggling to his feet. "Remain behind me," he whispered to Elizabeth.

Austin pointed Gaspard's pistol directly at the man's chest. "Stay where you are." One glance at the Frenchman's stomach wound told Austin that it was fatal.

Gaspard gained his feet and leaned heavily against the table for support. He stared at Austin for a moment, then a wheezing laugh escaped him. "So we meet at last, Monsieur le Duc. It is amusing, n'est-ce pas! Your brother killed my brother. So many brothers. All dead."

Containing the rage boiling within him, Austin tightened his grip on the pistol handle. "So many dead" he agreed with icy calm. "And you're next."

Sly cunning glittered in Gaspard's eyes. "Perhaps. But at least I know that I rid the world of your bastard brother."

"I heard you through the window. He's alive."

"He won't be by the time you find him… if you find him."

"I'll find him as soon as I'm through with you. Why did you kill my Runner?"

Blood dripped from between Gaspard's fingers and he grimaced. "Another English pig. He was asking questions about me. When he suddenly wanted to meet with you. I knew he'd found something. I followed him. I couldn't risk him telling you whatever he'd found out, especially if it was where I was hiding or that I was sending you letters. He would have ruined everything." He hissed in a breath. "But the pig would tell me nothing. I shot him in the head."

Behind him, Elizabeth drew in a sharp breath. "Why did you wait a year to blackmail me?" Austin asked.

"I was wounded at Waterloo, because of the faulty weapons your brother supplied. It took many months to recover. I didn't know until recently that the pute's husband came from such wealth." He narrowed his mad eyes. "But I had to be cautious… remain hidden. Just as I was ready to send you the next letter, I received word the batard Anglais was alive and had been seen in this part of France. I returned home to find him."

An image of William rose in Austin's mind as he'd seen him that last night. Conversing in urgent tones to Gaspard loading crates of weapons onto a ship. Not betraying his country, but risking his life to help the English cause by supplying this madman with faulty weapons. His hand tightened around the pistol. "You'll never hurt anyone again, Gaspard. I'll-"

A groan cut off his words. Looking across the room, he saw the child stirring, pushing herself onto her hands and knees.

Austin caught a movement from the corner of his eye and he whipped his attention around back to Gaspard. A knife glinted in the Frenchman's hand, and his hate-filled eyes were trained on the child.

"So you're still alive, eh?" Gaspard rasped. "No child of that batard Anglais will live."

Austin heard a gasp behind him. In the blink of an eye, Gaspard drew his hand back and let the knife fly There was no way Austin could reach the child in time. He squeezed the trigger and Gaspard crumpled to the ground.

He turned toward the child and froze.

Elizabeth lay sprawled facedown on the floor, the knife protruding from her back.