If He's Wicked
Chapter One
London-three years later
Struggling to remain upright, Julian Anthony
Charles Kenwood, ninth earl of Colinsmoor, walked
out of the brothel into the damp, foul London night.
Reminding himself of who he was was not having its
usual stabilizing effect, however. His consequence
did not stiffen his spine, steady his legs, or clear the
thick fog of too much drink from his mind. He
prayed he could make it to his carriage parked a discreet
distance away. While it was true that he had
been too drunk to indulge himself with any of Mrs.
Button's fillies, he had felt that he could at least
manage the walk to his carriage. He was not so confident
of that anymore.
Step by careful step he began to walk toward
where his carriage awaited him. A noise to his right
drew his attention, but even as he turned to peer
into the shadows, he felt a sharp pain in his side.
Blindly, he struck out, gratified to hear a cry of pain
and a curse. Julian struggled to pull his pistol from
his pocket as he caught sight of a hulking shadowy
form moving toward him. He saw the glint of a blade
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