The Daredevil Snared (The Adventurers Quartet Book 3) by Stephanie Laurens Page B

Dubois’s desk and the man himself, leaning back in his chair behind it.
    There was a wide window set in the side wall of the barracks. Through it, Dubois could see the entrance to the mine. He appeared to be staring moodily at that sight, but as she approached, he turned to study her.
    By anyone’s measure, he cut a commanding figure, with a powerful physique, thick dark hair, and even features. He had oddly pale hazel eyes; she often thought that cold steel had somehow got mixed into the hue. Hazel eyes weren’t usually chilling, but Dubois’s gaze certainly was.
    “Miss Fortescue.” Dubois didn’t smile, yet she detected amusement in his tone. Much like a cat viewing a potential mouse. His gaze fell to the basket. “I take it your foraging was successful?”
    “Indeed.” She placed the basket on the desk. “Here are your nuts. I quite enjoyed my time beyond the palisade, but I confess I hadn’t expected the atmosphere beneath the trees to be quite so oppressive.” She frowned as if somewhat chagrined. “I suspect I had better not indulge again tomorrow—not so soon.” She forced herself to meet his gaze. “Perhaps one of the other women might take my place and fetch nuts for you tomorrow?”
    Dubois’s lips eased. He reached out and pulled the basket toward him. “I don’t think that will be necessary. I believe I will be quite content with nuts delivered every second day.” He looked steadily at her. “By you.” He paused for a beat, then stated, “Thank you, Miss Fortescue. That will be all.”
    Katherine suppressed a derisive snort. She contented herself with a tiny, haughty inclination of her head, then she turned and left the room.
    The man made her skin crawl. His habit of trying to bait her—and the others who were well born, too—by subtly lording it over them added another layer of grating irritation.
    But they had all long ago resolved not to react—not to play the mouse to Dubois’s cat. As he enjoyed the hunt so much, he tended to let them go—the better to taunt them the next time.
    Descending once more to the dust of the compound, she drew in a deep breath—and finally allowed everything she’d learned in the jungle that morning to surge to the forefront of her brain.
    Rescue was on the way. They hadn’t been forgotten.
    She felt hope, real hope, bubbling up inside—a startling, entirely unexpected upwelling of an emotion she’d thought excised from her soul.
    She remained where she was, staring unseeing out of the gates while she considered who she should speak with first, what was most important to be communicated, and how best to achieve that.
    Over and above all other considerations, she resolved that, whatever steps she and subsequently the other captives took, they would need to ensure they did absolutely nothing to jeopardize the safety of Captain Caleb Frobisher and his men—for all their sakes.



CHAPTER 5
    Katherine spoke with Hillsythe that evening during dinner. By the looks Dixon cast them from where he sat across the fire pit, he was itching to join them, but Harriet had claimed the place by his side, and as Hillsythe had informed Katherine, he and Dixon had agreed that it was better for the three of them not to be too openly sharing news; the other captives would notice and expect to be told.
    She certainly wasn’t about to chide the pair for their caution. They needed to handle the information she’d brought back with care.
    That said, once Hillsythe had heard all she had to report, he appeared to be having as much difficulty as she in cloaking his excitement.
    “I’d been hoping for something like this. Now you’ve confirmed that it is, indeed, Frobisher who’s found us... well !” Hillsythe looked at his plate to hide his enthusiasm.
    Katherine searched for the words with which to ask what her curiosity wanted to know. “I have to admit that I don’t quite understand why you, and the others, too, place such confidence in a name.” When Hillsythe