maybe…They could have…
Bloody fool , Leon cursed himself.
These thoughts were ridiculous.
A whole decade had passed. She must have moved on already. He had no doubt about it, especially after what he did. He regretted that day so very much, but what more can he do?
His family were facing major crisis. He couldn’t let Rose be a part of it and be in danger.
What he did was for the best, though she will hate him forever.
He just hopes for her to find the best man that will love and care for her, like he once did.
Like he always will.
If only she knew.
If only–
“Hey, look who’s coming at us!” Sheik exclaimed, breaking his thoughts.
Leon looked up and was surprised to see who it was.
“Hargate.”
It was Laguna Black, the Duke of Hargate, one of his very best friends. Leon hadn’t seen him in two years. They had only met twice in the five years that he had returned to Bridlington.
Hargate had been helping him hunt for his parents’ murderers for years. He was one of the most influential individuals in the House of Lords and was able to obtain access to every private government files. It was thanks to Hargate that they were able to narrow down their suspects before he went to consult with Stanford about it. He would still have been so far behind the investigation if not for Hargate’s help,
“You didn’t tell me that you were coming, Heartily,” Hargate said, riding over to shake Leon’s hand and nodded to Sheik. “I could’ve planned something special for us, like the brothel, game at Maurice, or endless brandy at my family’s inn.”
“I wasn’t thinking of staying that’s why I didn’t send you words,” Leon answered. “I was going to get home to handle some matters and then return.”
“I’m tired as the devil,” Sheik whined. “Laguna, I beg you, please, tell Leon to let us rest for the night. Takes almost two days to get back to Bridlington and I’m not in the mood of returning, especially when we just got here and was stuck for hours at the Stanfords.”
Hargate laughed and turned to Leon. “Let’s stay over at the inn and catch up on things for the night, shall we? I know you’re probably eager to leave like always, but stay this time. I have a little information that could probably help in our investigation.”
“Have you found one of the men?” Leon asked, turning serious.
“Possibly,” Hargate nodded.
“Then we have no time to waste,” Leon answered, turning his horse to line with Hargate’s. “Let’s go. I have some things to discuss with you as well.”
“Lord, amen!” Sheik exclaimed, following suit.
They arrived at Hargate Inn half an hour later.
Dusk had fallen around them and crickets began their chirps.
The inn was packed with men gambling and drinking to no ends. Women chased their children and fed their babes, not paying much attention to their surroundings.
“Well, this is kind of a mess,” Sheik said as they got inside. “That’s how my father runs the inn,” Hargate explained.
“Keeping up with the tradition.”
“You do have an extra room for us, don’t you?” asks Leon as
they stroll up the stairs.
“A private sector, yes,” Hargate answered. “It’s where
Longsword and I usually meet up. I just had it built after you left.” “Is Gareth going to come?” Leon wanted to know.
Gareth was his other friend. He hadn’t seen him in a while either. “Longsword should be here. I invited him over to meet up about
the investigation. Planning to call on you afterward but I guess not
anymore since you’re already here,” Hargate replied.
He led them down the hall to a door, pressing a button to slide it
open to a room of luxuries.
“I think we have to update the rooms in our house to look like
this, Leon,” Sheik said, gaping at the sight.
Golden chandeliers with crystals hung from the ceiling and red
silk curtains covered the windows. A long cherry wood table was
centered in the huge room, covered in a royal red cloth with a vase of
mixed