Resentment and hatred swirled in his gut. She’d asked him countless times not to avenge the beating Milne had inflicted on her two years before, but the fire inside Will would not extinguish itself until Milne was nothing but ashes. His mother’s beautiful face appeared behind his closed lids.
He closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall, planting the sole of his boot against the white alabaster. When was a confidence trickster ever welcome at a high-class auction? Although confident the people of Bath were unaware of his real occupation, he daren’t run the risk of his carefully prepared disguise as a middle-class gentleman being exposed. Replacing his hat, Will slid out of sight behind a marble pillar. What better way to heighten the nerves and hunger of bidders than to have them think the real prize-Milne-might not materialize after all? The auction house had taken full advantage of the waiting crowd by dragging out the suspense. The furor surrounding the sale of the day’s most prestigious lot, a diamond, ruby, and pearl necklace known as the Heart of Kingston, had escalated to fever pitch over the last few weeks. He turned his gaze once again to the open double doors at the back of the room.
The tension in his neck and shoulders grew worse as each second passed and the ache in his temples throbbed mercilessly. He lifted his hat and pushed the hair back from his face. Today, Will was coming for Milne, ready or not. Rather than part with their hard-earned cash, he suspected they were there hoping to catch a glimpse of one man in particular. Over two hundred people stood around him. Will Samson stood at the back of the auction house, watching and waiting.
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