Chapter four

Looking around nervously and squeezing Annabel close, he felt as if someone were going to catch him.

"Are you all right?" She asked.

"Oh, oh yes. I'm. fine."

She placed her head on his shoulder and he suddenly felt so much more relieved. Through his whole life he'd known a very large number of girls. a very large number. But none had ever made him feel like this. Like he didn't need to look at another, and as if he were. honestly meant for her. He may have felt that way for more if his line of 'work' weren't what it was.

He wasn't always a thief. He took jobs from other people, took care of their money business he would say. Nothing ever too dangerous to his life. except his past few jobs. He'd done well, but his last one he was in trouble with. He was supposed to deliver money to some guy, but couldn't get it.

Maybe he doesn't want to be in this business anymore. maybe he'd listen to his brother now. Take up writing poetry. make a little life for him. he thought

"Are you sure you're all right?" She looked at him again.

"Positive." They were quiet for a moment longer.

"I could get used to this." Beau whispered.

"What? The high society?" She giggled, however he stayed serious.

"No. this." He spoke and smiled a loving smile. She turned red and bit her lip, laying her head on his shoulder.

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Modesta and Christian sat there awkwardly. Neither knew what to say. Yet that didn't stop her from glancing at him.

She started at his beautiful golden blue eyes, then his perfect nose and his over welcoming lips.

"Uh. hello?" He waved his hands and she looked up into his eyes.

"Huh?" She asked awkwardly.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked. She looked confused.

"My face. You keep staring at it. Do I have something on it?"

"Your face? Uh. no. sorry." She looked away and kicked herself mentally.

"You're in my chair." She heard and looked at Christian who looked a little embarrassed.

"Well get up fool!" The man shouted drawing attention. Christian suddenly looked at the man then looked away trying to casually hide his face.

"Sorry." Christian cowered.

"No!" Modesta stood drawing more attention.

"You do not have any right to demand people around like that! You may be a Duke but no one likes you anyways!" Modesta yelled.

"Excuse me?" The rat like man twitched.

"You don't talk to men like that! Especially the man who is the top of court judge's son. Now do you?" She lied demandingly. However the Duke looked amused after he looked Christian over once more.

"My dear girl!" He boomed with laughter.

"You can not be serious! He's a penniless poet!"

"Uh-oh." She squeaked as guards came forth. Glancing toward Christian he looke absolutely blank.

"We gotta split!" She grabbed Christian's hand and started running as the guards followed.