Blackhearts (Blackhearts, #1)

rewarded. Now show me where they are.”

Fearful that Kaiser’s hooves would alert Master Drummond

to his escape, Teach kept to the strip of grass lining the side of the drive.

Once he reached the city streets, he urged Kaiser on. Teach

was only vaguely aware of the lanes they rode along, bloodlust racing through his veins. If she was injured . . .

Forcing himself to breathe regularly, he followed David’s

directions, Kaiser’s hooves clattering along the cobblestones.

The closer they got to the docks, the fewer people they encountered. Most workhands had returned to their families at this time of day, and Teach was grateful for the abandoned roads.

David led him through a labyrinth of small alleys and back—

streets. Teach sincerely hoped the lad knew where he was going.

“It’s just up ahead, sir. That building there on the corner.”

“You’re sure?”

“Aye. I’m sure.”

Teach slowed Kaiser to a walk, Teach’s eyes long accus—

tomed to the dark. The two-story structure David had pointed

to was a ramshackle house, with several boards missing on the

second story and its front door hanging forlornly on its hinges.





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The skeletal remains of the surrounding buildings appeared to lean against the other for support, blackened by a recent fire. It was far enough away from any main thoroughfare that no one would think to look here. For anything.

Teach pulled Kaiser up short and slid to the ground, with

David following close behind. One of the charred buildings had a small courtyard and the remnants of a stable nearby. After

leading Kaiser off the street, Teach hid him from view.

They crouched for a moment in the shelter of a stall, waiting

for any sign of movement to come from the building next door.

“There are two men with her, sir. And an old woman. The

two men stay here, but the old woman comes and goes,” David

whispered.

Teach gave David an appreciative look. “How did you know

to follow them?”

David grimaced. “I was in the barn when the two men took

Miss Anne away. They mentioned something about the White

Stag and your father’s ship, the Deliverance.”

“And you’ve watched them?” Teach asked.

“Aye. I like Miss Anne. The men your father sent her with

didn’t look like the sort you’d want to send a lady to, so I

stayed here.”

“Good lad,” Teach said, slipping several coins from his

pocket and handing them to David.

The boy’s eyes grew large, but he handed the coins back to

Teach. “I didn’t do it for payment, sir. Miss Anne’s looked out





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for my family, and I didn’t like the thought of her suffering.”

Teach refused to take the coins. “Even more reason for you

to keep them.”

Before David could argue any further, they heard voices

as the door opened and out stepped a woman. From the slant

of her shoulders and her slow gate, she appeared to be elderly.

As Teach peeked through the scorched wooden slats, his pulse

raced. For a moment he thought it was Margery, but the woman

before him didn’t limp. And Margery was still at the estate.

“I’ll be back soon. Make sure you have everything cleaned

up,” the woman said to some unseen person holding the door

open. “We don’t want to leave a trail.” Where was she going at this time of night?

“Nobody could blame us for what we did,” a man’s voice

answered, followed by a hollow laugh. “She deserved what she

got, thinkin’ she’s better than the rest of us.”

He’s a dead man, Teach thought as the door closed and the old woman walked away, mumbling to herself.

“Would you like me to go with you, sir?” David asked.

Teach was already standing, his muscles tensed. “No. You

go after that woman. Tell her Master Drummond found out

what they’ve done and Margery sent you to warn her.”

“But, sir, do you intend—”

“Yes, I do,” Teach growled, heading for the door. Tempted

to kick it in, he instead opened it carefully, not wanting to alert anyone inside to his presence.





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A single candle cast an eerie glow in the dim hallway. The floor was scarred and buckled, the corners laced with webs.

Dust covered everything, and a faint acrid smell still hung

in the air. Teach heard a soft scuffling sound and the telltale squeak of a rat.

The first room he encountered was empty. The sound of

movement came from the back of the house. Stealing forward,

Teach came face-to-face with a large man, his physical stature almost equal to Teach’s.

“What the devil do you want?” the man demanded.

“To take back what you took from me.”

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