Bitter frustration rose within Sebastian Cavendish, as he glanced through the open door of the wildly swaying carriage into the gaping black void beyond. Consciousness, when it had returned moments earlier, had thundered through his head with shockingly brutal speed. He wished it hadn’t. He was about to die, and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do to prevent it.
Swearing fiercely, he tugged ineffectually against the tight bonds on his wrists. He couldn’t die yet. He simply couldn’t. He hadn’t even scratched the surface of the things he wanted to achieve with his life. Marriage. Children. Old age. Now, it was all going to be denied him by the ruthless actions of the man opposite.
Fighting growing desperation, Sebastian glared across the small space at his kidnapper with hatred in his eyes.
Howling winds drove the rain sideways, lashing the sides of the rocking coach as it sped through the night. Sebastian’s shoulders were soaked as he stared in dread at the brief flashes of hedgerow barely visible through the doorway. He considered the chances of getting out alive. It didn’t look good.
The heavy rumbling of the carriage wheels, together with the banging of the wildly swinging carriage door, was deafening. Accompanied by the rapid thud of horses’ hooves, the volume of noise matched the heavy pounding in his head with equal fervour.
“Stand up!” The low growl of his captor was accompanied by the tightening and jerking of his sodden shirt as he was unceremoniously dragged into a sitting position.
Sebastian’s head swirled in protest. For a brief moment, he thought he would lose the meagre contents of his battered stomach all over the man’s boots. For some godforsaken reason, he had the wild urge to laugh at the absurdity of his captor’s order. His hands were painfully bound behind his back. With the carriage rocking and swaying beneath them, it was an impossible order for a healthy person to carry out. It was a damned near impossible task for someone who had been kidnapped, and starved for days before being beaten unconscious.
Belligerently, Sebastian spat a defiant epithet and watched cynically as Rat staggered left and right as he tried to keep his balance in the wildly swaying carriage. The hand he pushed against the roof of the carriage did little to help him remain upright against the dipping and jostling movement. Once or twice Rat cursed, and pushed himself to his feet, only to fall onto the opposite side of the carriage with another curse.
“Stand up, I say!” Rat ordered. He was clearly unaware of how ridiculous he looked.
Sebastian’s lip curled in arrogant contempt. With slow deliberation, and no small measure of satisfaction, he ignored the myriad of aching bruises along his back and ribs and slumped lower onto the filthy floor. He glared defiantly at his tormentor as he pushed his back against the seat of the decrepit carriage.
The tall, almost cadaverous man staggered over to him. Eventually, he braced his hands on the seat on either side of Sebastian’s broad shoulders, and peered down into his face with a cruel, mocking smile.
“Take a look, my lord.” His tormentor grinned toothily at him, as he pushed his grubby face closer. Cruelly he grabbed a handful of Sebastian’s thick black locks, snapping his head back painfully. Sebastian closed his eyes rather than meet his captor’s stare, only to snap them open again when his head was yanked around to face the open carriage door. He felt the hot putrid breath of his tormentor in his ear.
“Listen to the winds,” Rat whispered tauntingly. “See the ground. With luck, you’ll break your legs and have to wait for the weather to get you.” The glee lacing the whisper was followed by a cold snigger of malicious delight at the prospect of Sebastian’s slow and painful demise.
“Do you really think my brothers will allow you to get away?” Sebastian’s voice was merciless as he studied the open doorway dispassionately for a moment. Slowly he turned to glare directly into the eyes of the man he had nicknamed Rat, cold belligerence in his steady regard. “My brothers will hunt you down. They won’t rest until they have vengeance.”
Sebastian longed to be able to break the bonds, and pound the thin man until the life left his body. He took little consolation from the slight hesitation he could see in Rat’s confident boasting.
“You know who we are, and the connections we have. There is nowhere you can go, and nothing you can do, to hide from your crimes. So far you have committed kidnap, assault and murder.” Sebastian’s voice dropped to a low growl and he took a random guess. “Your boss had better have paid you well, because he has paid you for your life.”
He watched as the smirk left Rat’s face completely; leaving Sebastian in no doubt that there was a mastermind behind his brutal kidnap two days ago. A mastermind who apparently wanted him dead.
“Do your worst.” Sebastian’s deliberately turned his face forwards once more and stared blankly at the seat opposite, waiting for the inevitable.
A groan locked in his throat when Rat’s boot made solid contact with his already bruised ribs. Sweat beaded his brow, as burning pain lanced through his side with stunning ferocity. Cursing fluidly beneath his breath, it took every ounce of willpower Sebastian possessed to stoically keep his face impassive.
It took several moments before his eyes focused once more on the torn material of the seat opposite, and he could begin to breathe again. Despite the pain, he felt a brief flicker of satisfaction that his cool acceptance of his fate had stymied Rat’s delight.
As a brief moment of silence fell, Sebastian felt the pervading sense of doom thicken as his final moments drew closer. Any moment now, Rat would push him out of the carriage. At the speed they were tearing through the storm-tossed night, if he didn’t hit a tree on his way out, he would certainly hit the ground far too heavily. There would be little chance of surviving the injuries the impact would leave him with. If he didn’t break his neck, as Rat had gleefully pointed out, he would have to lie and wait for death to claim him. It would be a slow and merciless death indeed.
“Time to go.”
Sebastian wondered briefly if he should just take matters into his own hands and jump out, but his fighting instinct wouldn’t allow him to hand himself over to death meekly. He had fought the French, and returned in one piece - almost. He wasn’t going to go at the hands of a little rodent; whoever his boss was.
Digging his heels down and dropping his shoulders, he knew his weight was significantly more than Rat’s. The thinner, lighter man would have to work hard to get him out of the carriage.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t counted on his sodden clothing and the filth on the grimy carriage floor easing his slide towards the door.
Despite his bravado, Sebastian’s stomach lurched as he slid closer to the doorway. Cold winds blew inwards, grasping at his bare skin with icy fingers. The carriage jolted heavily as it lurched through a deep dip in the road. Sebastian swore as his shoulder slammed into the door frame, pushing his head out of the carriage door. Immediately, cold rain pelted down onto his head, soaking his jet black hair. He stared at the myriad of stones and dirt passing too quickly beneath the carriage, and cursed again.
It took every ounce of strength he had to twist his hips around enough to pull himself upright, bringing his sodden head back into the carriage with a shudder. Shaking rainwater out of his eyes, he wondered why Rat hadn’t just pushed him out while he had had the chance. All the man had needed to do was lift his legs up, and Sebastian would have disappeared into the night as planned.
Through the gloom he spied the skinny man braced on the opposite side of the carriage, desperately trying to gain purchase with his feet as the carriage dipped and swayed alarmingly.
“For God’s sake, Danvers, slow down. We’re to kill him, not us!” Rat’s frantic shout was immediately snatched by the howling winds.
His orders made little difference to the coach driver who, Sebastian suspected, had long since left the conveyance. No carriage driver who knew what he was doing would attempt to drive through such a fierce storm, at such breakneck speed, without having a death wish.
As an experienced horseman, Sebastian knew the panicked squealing of the horses indicated the reins were loose, allowing the horses freedom to run wild. They were scared and confused, and would probably run for miles until they fell, or the carriage broke apart behind them.
Despite their desperate situation, Sebastian shot the panicked man a snide grin.
“Looks like you are going to have to join me, Rat. Danvers has departed.” His tone was almost conversational, as he eyed the panic in the smaller man’s eyes. “Death awaits us.”
He watched as Rat paled and gripped the swinging straps tighter, swearing loudly as the carriage lurched onto two wheels. It almost tipped into the night, only to right itself at the last moment, before continuing to bounce along on its breakneck journey.
Feeling no sympathy with the smaller man’s own demise, Sebastian lurched clumsily to his feet. He took several fortifying breaths as he studied the passing swirl of rain and shadows beyond the door. He knew he couldn’t look out of the carriage door to check for trees before jumping.
He had a choice. He could either die within the carriage with Rat, or die on the roadside.
Sebastian had only ever seen a carriage accident once. The sight of the blood-soaked interior was something that had haunted him for many months. He had absolutely no intention of dying the same way.
Without bothering to look back, Sebastian sent a silent prayer heavenwards, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the darkness.