Chapter 92
Kendall was so accustomed to seeing her give that harassed, His-Grace-is- greatly-to-be-pitied grin of hers that her tears were as alien as a star in the night sky to him. To think he'd believed earlier that he was never going to see her again and thanked Christ for it too. Now here he was, almost seeing Christ personally to attend to it right there beneath the rattling wheels of a flying barouche.
"Christ on the rocky road to Jerusalem, will you slow down? Must you do everything in your life at a breakneck pace, squawking like a hen?" He grabbed her arm, dragged her back onto the curb. "Do you want to get us both killed?"
"Will you just-just-"
He thought she might have said get away from me, but her words weren't just mangled by clattering horse's hooves, she almost was too as she stepped off the curb into the gutter. Even if it might put him out of his misery about letting his hopes ride on a dud mare, he still couldn't allow it.