The Angel in My Arms: A Regency Rogues Novel (36 page)

Isabelle took Clarissa’s hand and kissed it, holding it to her cheek as though it were the greatest of treasures. “I do,
chérie
, I do. But what is to be done? It seems that St. Michelle does not want your help. And do not forget: You are one woman against three ruffians. Hardly enviable odds.”

“True enough,” Clarissa agreed, “though perhaps not insurmountable.”